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2020-04-06T22:21:30-07:00March 22nd, 2020|Musings on life|

Paris in July

We had tickets and a room booked
in a home in an arrondissement on a hill
near where Toulouse-Lautrec lived

the family have children the same age
and we were excited for them to stumble
into each other’s languages and worlds

the room where we would sleep
has walls the colour of paper
that gets wet accidentally and then dries

but of course
we can’t go now
with the world stopped

though I imagined it so deeply
it is almost as though we already went
so I sometimes ask myself
for stories

like how in person
the walls were more
the colour of butter.

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