February 2012
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“Some things are hard to write about. After...
This is preciously what I’m feeling right now—I went to Paris this weekend, but I can’t figure what I want to write about it in order to convey the memories perfectly. It was one of those weekends that no words will be able to explain how perfectly perfect it was.
And all that sounds like such an exaggeration, blah blah blah, but I don’t know what other way there is to...