Sunday October 29, 2023
I rush down rue Notre-Dame, it’s still. The only other people out are the homeless, joggers, and employees rushing to open cafés and bistros. In the park dog owners breath can be seen from a distance, their beasts run about in fallen leaves orange and red as I shiver. Hands in my pockets isn’t enough. I stop for a coffee. It helps.
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