21 Aug 2022

Alone in Montmartre, dreaming I’m in a dream. It’s a good one, but you’re ten thousand miles away, light years, and it’ll take a week to get to you. I will lie on this bench and use up all my data to hear your voice, to tell you about how the people in this park are just like the ones in ours.

In front of a white French house, a red rose rises.

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