Sunday postcard from… Paris
Hello friend, do you remember the sunset over the city, the counting of seconds and the drowsy metro ride home? Can you still close your
Hello friend, do you remember the sunset over the city, the counting of seconds and the drowsy metro ride home? Can you still close your
Hello friend, do you remember how we met, the turn that I took and saw you there and joked about books you hadn’t read? Do
Goon had flowed free last night. I remember having had a chat with the two other girls on the boats when one of the boys
I was thinking about starting this new postcard series where I occasionally post a virtual Sunday postcard on the blog with a short story. Let