London. Trip down memory lane.





*smirks*  . Strange memories this city holds. I was happen to have a chance to be nearby due to work. Somehow this place has a calling so that you will make a pilgrimage down to your memory lane. Even if it is just to pass by. Same place, different people, different company, different season, but all in all the same butterfly that was flapping in my tummy. It is all strange but familiar at the same time.  

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