The place we call home can be an overlooked and underappreciated gem, while at the same time be the bane of our existence. My hometown is just this, a town full of history dating back to the beginning of the United States. A town full of invention and progress, yet stuck in a time warp of its own creation. This is a town that constantly tears down its past to reinvent itself, but only to discover scattered outside the rubble, some great relics.
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