Touching history

I love studying history. I love touching something that meant so much to someone nice upon a time. It’s such a beautiful thing to be connected to the past. Even if it’s a past with darkness, as so much of history is. It makes me feel both less alone and even smaller. It makes me determined to leave something behind, something to say, “yeah, I was here too.”

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