It's early morning.
The breeze is cold enough to enter my bones; yet my brain is in Paris.
I'm watching a smart conversation of a couple in my cathode-ray tube monitor.
They met 9 nine years after a failed meeting in a train station in Venice.
He showed up as agreed a year earlier; She stood him up for a reason.
He wrote a book to find her.
She found him.
They found each other.
Surreal reminiscence until his 7:30 flight.
They talked and walked
He was prolonging time
She was lost in their world
It was a chance they've been longing for
she sang him a song
She danced
He will miss the flight;
just Before Sunset
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