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Friday, April 4, 2025

I walked through Georgetown today, and the brick streets and sagging townhouses felt like they’d been holding their breath since I left.

There’s something about returning to a place that once mirrored your taste before you even had one. The chipped paint, the ivy, the symmetry all remind me that beauty isn’t just what pleases the eye; it’s what quietly remembers you after you’ve gone.