Summers and solitude, winters and wistfulness. God, Arctic snow and strawberries.
Friday, July 13, 2018
me and another language and a mock-orange
I sit on a bench in the park and smell the sweet mock-orange and practice phrases like parce qu'elle est jeune nous pouvons la comprendre and think that it doesn't matter so much that I sit here alone.
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