Original memory
The cobblestones remember your footsteps, even if you've forgotten the way. The air smells of rain and old paper.

Cambridge in the spring?

~ bittersweet ~
🎵 Gentle acoustic guitar with distant rain and bicycle bells
Goal: Accepting that the past is a place to visit, not to stay
🎯 Reach the Garden Gate before the memory fades.

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