I love Copenhagen.
The cobblestones blending into brick streets. The brisk sweep of the wind on a long walk.
Mothers walk together wearing long coats and pushing strollers. The elderly walk in bunches to uphold friendships from childhood.
My heart bursts open to be back in this city. The streets are wet with nostalgia and seemingly endless days walking up and down them.
The familiar train stops and the need to get off at each one just to make sure they still look the same.
Meals that could only be made by a practiced hand and be devoured by giggling girls.
I Love Copenhagen.
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