What a shine, this life!
Is my heart that fickle? It's ridiculous, really, and too much of a coincidence, to be smitten by the first French woman I have a conversation with. Ah, I know what it is — I am conflating the pleasure of her company and the excitement I still feel to be in this country. Huh. I'm actually kind of surprised that I figured that out. Guess I do learn afterall.
I am too exhausted to journal any further tonight.
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