As we sat carelessly gazing at the sky, I'd tell my baby girl that all the airplanes we spotted were headed to Paris. She still asks and we still weave a dreamy holiday together.
Wall decor here.
...for Paris is a movable feast. ~Ernest Hemingway
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love the post...most elegant with the words...
parfait
j'adoooore
i have the second image stencilled in my mind.
how many times i have walked down those streets
and how many times those streets have walked in me
weave away dreamers
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