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Friday, December 14, 2007

071214


Debussy brought me a little magic this afternoon. I was soaking in nostalgia through his enchanting music,
just as the nostalgia of Bvlgary perfume prompted a man to pick up the phone. Though our conversation was brief, I felt home again in his voice.

Posted by madame x at 9:19 PM
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