Going Back to the Place That Made Me Who I Am

We all have a place where we felt safe

Photo of graffiti that reads “Atlanta Made.”
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Blistering humidity, stifling heat, and random rain and thunderstorms that shake the Earth on a regular basis are not constants where I live. But they do exist in Atlanta, the city where I went to college and effectively the place that made me who I am.




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Ryan Fan

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