sometimes when i'm walking around rexburg i play yann tiersen [specifically the song posted above], close my eyes, and pretend i'm in paris.
and sometimes it feels so real i can almost smell fresh baguettes and cigarette smoke [and whatever else paris smells like] and hear the car horns and beautiful, lilting conversations in francais.
...unless you stand by a bakery ,kellie, one that sells the most beautiful bread that you will ever see or a lovely crepe stand by Notre Dame. I'll go back to Paris if I can go with you. I lub ya!
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The "whatever else" is urine and car exhaust.
...unless you stand by a bakery ,kellie, one that sells the most beautiful bread that you will ever see or a lovely crepe stand by Notre Dame. I'll go back to Paris if I can go with you. I lub ya!
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