It's a weird thing. Visiting an old home. Stomping grounds. Play yards. I used to own the place. The lingering scent of pride. A distant melody. Sixteen part harmony. Sixteen part disarray. A family. A friend. A memory.
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Fancy cheese. Hors d'oeuvres. Classical piano compositions. French films. Swoon.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
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