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Peterborough

Life is like a box of chocolates- you never know what you’re gonna get.

Me, trying to catch signs from the universe. Got a feather instead of a million dollars.

Pastoral Scenes

Life isn’t a garden. It’s a goddamn wilderness.

Back to city

Welcome to Peterborough. Blink and you’ll miss it. Stay and you’ll miss it forever.

If the end of the world comes, meet me at the Salvation Army. We’ll figure it out.
You came for the pizza. You stayed because you missed the last bus.
Where the coffee’s average but the sunsets are working overtime.

Reading is a portable refuge

Between the streets and sunsets, I found myself slowing down —
sometimes with a coffee, sometimes with a book.
In a city like this, you don’t rush.
You sit, you read, you breathe.
And the city quietly unfolds itself, page by page.

I’m still learning this city.
Still wandering.
Still reading.
Still finding pieces of home where I didn’t expect to…