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Nov 2016
"It's eight thirty," she says,
Her feet crossed and hair falling out of a braid
A French eight thirty means glittering lights
On the Eiffel Tower,
Street venders selling champagne,
Couples on the street corner,
Wishing you were here
I wrote this the day he told me
ren
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   Cecelia K, Miriam and Corvus
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