London, you are my home.
I walked down your streets, across your bridges. I touched your bricks, the very living rock that forms you. I felt history, older than my own, flow through me and fill me. I felt the sun beat down upon me with the cool breeze of the river on my face.
I paid homage to your elders, and celebrated in your pubs. I joined in the comraderie of your people, and I loved every moment I had there.
Today, I mourn the loss of your history, and hope beyond hope that she will be restored to you in the best way possible. I mourn as a part of you, not as an individual or a tourist staring from afar. My heart is with you, is a part of you, and today it mourns.
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