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Strolling along the River Seine amid shimmering puddles of rain soaked leaves marveling we are here in this city that never sleeps.
We walk the streets of Paris for eternity, not caring what day or time it is. Magical moments catching the light in golden drenched photos. You buy me a bouquet of red and white roses. Returning to our flat we take a self-portrait in… Continue Reading “#Haibun: Paris and Roses”
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