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Wherever place you were raised, it feels as if there's something about it that never goes away.

The hardest part about growing up is that it doesn't feel the same big wide world it did as a kid, like a bird's nest that had fallen off the branch.

When people you used to look up to have fallen from grace.

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=> ~fallenriver wrote:

that was really nicely written. thank you mate, you made tonight make more sense! i guess that is what happens as your horizon broadens; the old, small world shrinks into its bubble. a kind of stasis, a reminder of the world that once was but one which you can't ever get into the same way.