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Thursday, 28 July 2016

Washington



Spent the weekend down in the capital for my cousin's pretty wedding.

Just as lovely was catching up with a poet friend whose beautiful words were recently published in the New Yorker, here. For a few seconds it was like a reverse, modern bohème (am I always going on about this piece? Just tell me to stop...). Instead of freezing Paris, a boiling summer day in DC. Poet. Artist. Cafe. Struggling, struggling. Dreams. Freedom...   



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