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Paris and later in the freezer door of memories
I put the key in the door and entered the freezer of memories.
Look to the left of the yellow mail box, and we find all the correspondence that I have never met. Submerged under inches of dust, that you are there too the laugh and you made merry over the dirty glass of your way of seeing things.
You left the pots to crack in the pantry, corks and bottles of wine to make vinegar by the stove. And corked all this mess, new year late and dry sweets to rot in the cupboard.
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