Concept:
I move to Paris and find a cozy, quiet cafe overlooking the Seine - always keeping close to the water. I spend my days drinking French coffees and writing stories for the passersby on the cobbled streets in an old, nearly filled notebook.
Happiness is no longer fragmented among difficult and wasteful days. Perhaps I find a love stronger than one for pen and paper.
Time slows for me.
I catch up.
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