Yerba Buena
My first memory here is riding the carousel with my mom by my side. But now, I walked those same streets with friends- and somehow, the lights still shimmered the same. It’s strange how places remember you, even when you’ve changed.
My first memory here is riding the carousel with my mom by my side. But now, I walked those same streets with friends- and somehow, the lights still shimmered the same. It’s strange how places remember you, even when you’ve changed.