Going...going....gone.
The next sign of life will come from a cramped apartment on Rue Geoffroy Saint-Hilaire (or perhaps a Parisian internet cafe).
Until then, bisous d'une americaine perdu.
Because someone has to say something.
The girl behind the words
- Valerie
- Each venture is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate with shabby equipment always deteriorating, in the general mess of imprecision of feeling. -T.S. Eliot
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