Bridges

When I leave Anjo, I will really miss walking over this quaint little bridge everyday. I will also miss the carp who live in it.

Goodbye carp. Goodbye bridge. Goodbye occasional funky smell. Goodbye odd wooden pub that I all but certain is just someones garage. 

Goodbye fish restaurant next to work, with the sweetest waitress with orange hair. Goodbye work and students who I adore. 

Goodbye Anjo, this won’t be the last you see of me.

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