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Les Trois Mousquetaires
I couldn’t tell you when they became my people, but at some point, along the way, they did. People always talk about their best friends from university, the ones with whom they do…
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Imagine ça
Combien de personnes est-ce que tu vois chaque jour, en imaginant leur vie ? Nos voisins de l’immeuble à côté du nôtre, les gens à la salle de sport qui semblent plus contents…
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Laughter
The metro driver who pulls into the platform laughing. The security person at the door, who makes a joke as you walk in, chuckling. The guy who stretches in the library, free and…
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The étoiles
The sun goes to sleep, and I finally feel like I can breathe. The world turns off their lights and I turn on mine. The family goes to bed and my real family…
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Paris, quoi faire…
Paris est dur. Les touristes sont durs à gérer et parfois je veux simplement, une rue sans personne. Je voudrais pouvoir traverser les rues, seules, sans avoir besoin d’éviter des foules comme un…
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Raw
I can still feel your hand on the back of my head, caressing my hair. I close my eyes, and feel your light, gentle touch and when I open them, you’re gone. Then,…
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Her arms
Perfect moments are never how I imagine them. I imagine the best patisserie and coffee France has to offer; I imagine a jazz bar, humming softly in the night as Paris comes alive;…
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Paris, the city of love / Paris, la ville de l’amour
Love. Well, you may have guessed it my dear readers. I am indeed a hopeless romantic. I spend my days dreaming about l’amour and seeing it everywhere around me, which is hardly surprising…
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The Stranger
The conductor sounds the beep of the closing doors and they begin to hiss shut, but then, we see her. The woman running towards our door, light-brown hair, hand-bag full of papers and…
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Pain, love & heartbreak
We don’t get to choose who we love in this world. We make decisions which lead to universities and jobs and buying houses, but love… love isn’t something we can control. Love has…
