Dear friend,
It’s 6:47 pm on a Sunday and I’m looking out my airbnb window, gazing at the Parisian roofs under a cloudy sky.
Tomorrow I’m taking the train back to easy-going Brussels.
I came here to see—and feel—the constellation of my people who stayed here after I left (escaped?), 7 years ago.
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