I've only seen Paris in this one way; cold, wet, and haunting. But I loved her anyway.
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I've only seen Paris in this one way; cold, wet, and haunting. But I loved her anyway.
I can still remember the intense wafts of clove and cardamom scented air that lead me to the spice markets of Delhi. I can hear the king fishers warble their warnings that a tiger is near in the jungl