FROM PARIS IV
Crying in the chapel.
“Wherever you go, there you are.” It’s a clever expression that always seems
to thwart me in my endless pursuit of reinvention.
Every day here in Paris, I pass through dew-christened parks tucked away…
“Wherever you go, there you are.” It’s a clever expression that always seems
to thwart me in my endless pursuit of reinvention.
Every day here in Paris, I pass through dew-christened parks tucked away…
