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Still Life -- Paris

5 years, 8 months

Reminds me of the lyrics to a popular Russian song from the 70s: "There's only a moment between the past and the present. This moment is called life." In Paris I feel acutely alive in every moment, acutely in love with this city. I love the transience of its crowds and the permanence of its cobblestones, the ghosts of all its greats, the music of its architecture, its history, its mystery.