as i write, we should have long disembarked a satellite and descended the 'umbilical cord' to be reborn into the heart of paris.
but apparently we couldn't convince my inner ear to follow. labyrinthitis (K thinks it sounds like another name for the cyprus problem) has grounded our plans.
so, dizzy and just a little disillusioned, i'm reminiscing of when a pair of little feet first discovered the city of light.
[part I]
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