the city speaks, if you listen..

[crimson_red]

the fog rests above the bodies of water, suspended, waiting for night when it can creep outwards engulfing the streets, stations, and skyscrapers. it moves along the city spreading its haze, distorting ambition, and blurring destinations. from above our faults cannot be detected, our mistakes go unrecognized. but on the ground, scars reveal our

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[crimson_red]

upon your return. all of this can be arranged.
i miss you too!
tomorrow i'll tell dan you say hi, from paris, enjoy!