Eleven thirty six a.m. The first thing I think of is Paris, followed quickly by George’s living room. When there’s nobody home but me I listen in my walkman. The big baby grand in the corner and the light through the plate glass. Shadows and small crystal balls I photographed. I say photographed instead of took a picture of.
If I could I’d cross the sky for your love...makes me think of Winnie. I like the music right in the middle of my head, from this perfect little box in stainless steel.
Take my hand.Virginie told me U2 waved the Irish flag at concerts and I don’t know why.
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