the past days have been like stepping through a magical door into a whirlwind of faces, streets and whispery words like chansons that I'm trying to fill with meaning.and I am whirling through the city of croissants and mona lisa's eternal girl smile untill my legs feel like they have been crazydancing and tiptapping for days, and then reward myself with a pink macaron that tastes like licking spring sundown clouds or despite the prettyness of paris cafés I'll pay visit to starbucks because what record stores do for penny lane, starbucks does for me. it never changes, it's the same everywhere, and for a vagabond girl, right now, this is as close to 'home' as it gets right now.
pictures by zora beer.
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