“I dreamt I was in Paris” by Jen Booton
“I dreamt I was in Paris” Jen Booton I dreamt I was in Paris scents of coffee and absinthe wafting as olfactory wind chimes typewriters snug on Boulevard Montparnasse tables peppered with burgeoning authors lost among their own generation but destined to be famous for centuries.Drunk on wine, cigarettes and delusion sturdy as centenarian tree roots that their precious moment in time, after war, was all that mattered, which of course they were right a ripple in the energetic tapestry of life connecting them with me here, 100 yearsLater on a wooden table snug against a Smith-Corona drunk on the…
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