Cherry
I'd been smitten by a misapprehension without bothering to understand what I was looking at.
The first time I went to Paris was like a beautiful dream. 1994 or 1995. I was…young. It was a class trip. I recall going to La Galerie Lafayette by myself and seeing cherry motifs on everything; on …
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