Nine Days from "Thirty One Kinds of Wonderful" [1]
June 8, 2012Image Essay by Dawn Ng
Time was a blur to me then, and Paris, in all its postcard perfection, was a watery smear of cafes, croissants, and cabs.
Time was a blur to me then, and Paris, in all its postcard perfection, was a watery smear of cafes, croissants, and cabs.
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