So many adventures I can scarcely comprehend. Each day I wake in my little garret and take a deep breath before lunging down seven flights of stairs, spiraling out into the hot cobblestones breathless to race from one metro station to one cafe to one boulangerie to one meeting to one macaroon shop after another. The sky is blue and the leaves are green — although they appear like magic on the ground instantly brown and crumbling; scattered by quiet nymphs overnight — and when the clouds roll in across the ruthless sun the light streaming through them is unlike any I’ve seen. For now my native tongue must be set aside and I can’t yet trust my ears, so I lodge my memories in colors, sounds, tastes and smells to be poured over another day as I return into a childlike state of study.
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