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I miss Paris. I miss France. North American’s think they are so clever with their craft beers and locally roasted coffees, but nothing beats a small cafe from Europe. Or $3 wine from the grocery store that blows all “local” aromas out of the water. My netflix line-up is filled with series and films directed overseas. This pandemic is taking a toll. My privilege lifestyle is inconvenienced. I am depressed. Ships. Waters. Turquoise oceans. Travel agents. Red and white.
*stage notes* pause for family interruption. They got the schedule wrong. Surprise. Surprise. I’m quick to judge.
Bring me a baguette with buerre avec sel de mer. Sea salt butter on a fresh baguette every morning from the local boulangerie is a dream. Now I’m a stepmom. My culture is family life. TV. The couch. Radio on in the car. What the fuck is that?! It’s just noise.
where rivers are born 