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Torn Memories


Today I felt like part of my childhood was torn away. I was very excited to show the old post office in D.C. to my friends. I remembered visiting it in eighth grade. It was full of life and energy. Then we didn’t get to ride the elevator to the top because the line was so long.
Today there was no line.

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The place closed down earlier this year and will soon close for two years while it is renovated into a hotel.
The view from the top was cool but the inside felt like a ghost town. It’s strange to think that I now have this clear memory of this place that won’t exist much longer. Does this mean I’m getting old?

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