We went to Paris for the holidays. My first time in twenty-two years. The whole time we were there, I thought about the ways that I would write about it. Not that I had to write about it, but the ways that it was moving through me, the way time ebbs and shifts and feels elastic in places that you haven’t been in more than two decades. Places that are as…
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