Nostalgia of a place that I’ve never been to. But it somehow feels like home. I have seen this all before, remains of memories from an alternate life that I’ve never lived. A transcending sentiment. To cease to exist from this time and space, to experience yet to come past lives. Déjà Vu tells the story of a place we don’t know, but that we know we belong to.
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