Cambridge full of ghosts.

Given that Cambridge is full of ghosts, I wonder what their favorite haunts would be? The library? The Church? The cafes and bakeries around the campus? Or the Yard? I trod the same path where millions over centuries have walked. They all left the place and moved on but likely took memories of the place and people, vivid and faint, with them. Relocating many times, I have realized that one is bound to leave people and places behind, yet part of them stays with you while you leave some of yourself behind. For the caterpillar, one life ends, yet another, far more beautiful, though short-lived, ensues. Here it is to all the caterpillars. May you all become beautiful butterflies!