Je suis la. J’ai un rendez-vous a l’OFPRA. Bisous. Je t’attends. In Notre Dame, I lit a candle. Your robes were as blue as an Aleppo Spring sky. Your hands were joined and I knew I was safe. Outside, rain thundered.
When I left, a flock of pigeons fluttered skywards.
‘You’
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