A city has its own angels, a city has its own masters. For its visitors there are people who tap to its rhythm; homes that sway to its romantic music; dogs and the homeless. There are roads unknown just in case the one who left will turn up one day. A city cleans its face every morning with prayers. When someone starts telling tales to their children, their grandchildren; the city starts to doze off as well… A city’s residents are its very soul; every single one of its bricks; its dust… Everyone who is trying to raise a good person mends the city one by one. A city has it own spirit, feel it and never forget that you too are a part of it.”
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