Theres nothing normal about having coffee at a Cafe that overlooks the Eiffel tower at night as the cool summer breeze brushes against your face and curl around you like a silk scarf carrying the scent of roasted xoffee, warm bread, and faint metallix whisper of rain on the cobbelstone streets...
Just emotional scars, the trauma is over, just a distant memory now buried into the depths of my mind. Phantom trauma still surface from time to time whenever I think of that day :ono:
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