a little déja vu
I used to confuse déja vu with nostalgia. All of a sudden, while walking down an unfamiliar street, the past would break through to the present. This jolt told me, reminded me, but of what? I would shrug, thinking it must be something significant that I would figure out later.
Then I started moving around. In each city, the little déja vus were about the previous <a href=" View my Pirate Page ” target=”_blank”>city.