Sunday. In London.
High ceilings in my hostel;
sun shines and I'm out.
More when it's gray or raining, and when I can upload saved words from my computer.
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- Hostel coffee in Paris is a treat
- Here, you speak with your eyes.
- it lights from base to crown,
- cars have to stop for walkers at zebra stripes
- inter-tubing
- it's nice to be up higher sometimes
- 'meuf' is street for 'femme'
- it's not hard to find Metro ligne 2
- when it pours, people just stop and wait
- in Paris
- surely spitting she
- it makes strangers chuckle together on the street
- splendor and orange dirt
- and lead me to it.
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