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Doubt may rise, but it doesn’t need to flourish.

Is it the place or the people that make you fall in love? What if the person that introduced the love of a place is gone. Does the place you loved still exists now that they are gone?

The numbness has started to fade and all that is left in its wake is grief.

There are never enough words in any language to bring back a dead loved one.

“Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.”

— Franz Kafka