I want to feel the sadness and the near-burning nostalgia of leaving a
place and a people I love, because it deserves it. Everything beautiful
that we experience in life, when it suffers or comes to an end, is
going to be filled with this kind of aching sorrow. But that is a good
thing, because it means that it had significance in your life, that it
cannot be easily dismissed like so many other things you let roll off
your back. To be sad when the end comes is to pay homage to everything
that was great, to all that it gave you, to who you are because of it.
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