A day of favourite places.
Back to the institute,
Surrounded by minds hungry for learning.
The calm of the library -
The rat-a-tat-tat of frantic fingers on communal keyboards,
A room full of shelves that are bursting with wisdom and knowledge.
My personal preference when it comes to soup for the soul.
Back to the cobbled fruitmarket
Where rain trickles and
Heels clip clop like horses.
Where crowds cheer and clap,
Where I search to no avail
For Eliza Doolittle.
A day of favourite places.
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