From Paris

To wake up on the other side of the ocean. An atlas colored in nudes is only remembered from dreams. To take a step outside, all the streets running together until they hit the trees. Shapes of hedges pressed in mind. Embellished windows teasing, alluring with invitations. From each is a view of the city not to be forgot. Recognize a time to submit. A city covered in both remnants and beginnings. Spending days walking until they turn into weeks. A village seducing to linger. Watch the sunset as we settle at the river you want to be near.

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