At a distance we can hear the nascent city traffic. It is a white noise, flowing constantly, like the wind or a stream. It floats up and down, sometimes it goes totally quiet.
In these brief silent moments, I have this feeling of a deep communion, as if the city stopped and noticed us.
The traffic goes quiet
For a brief moment Paris
Joins our sitting
In these brief silent moments, I have this feeling of a deep communion, as if the city stopped and noticed us.
The traffic goes quiet
For a brief moment Paris
Joins our sitting
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