This is for Sonya’s Three Line Tale Week 233. Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt…

Standing at the junction of memory lane, he stared at the graffitis adorning the southern wall of the old warehouse.
He could almost smell the fresh paint wafting from the walls, as the ghosts of his childhood friends’ laughter lightly lingered in the air.
He may have followed his dreams to the city, but nostalgia had driven him back to his old town.
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Other prompts:- Word of the Day– Lightly; 3TC#302– Almost & From; #YDWP– Junction
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Youโve responded to the photo brilliantly, I love your interpretation itโs thought provoking and speaks volumes ๐
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Thank you so much Hannah. ๐ I miss my hometown, so I tried to project my feelings into this.
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And you executed it beautifully! Itโs my pleasure ๐บ
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Aww. That’s a sweet tale, CQC ๐
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๐๐ thank you
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Lovely tale!
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Humans always go back to old memories. โบ๏ธ๐๐
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Yes, they do โบ๏ธ
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