Self Love Letter

Nous avions décidé de partir, touxte ensemble, à l’heure où la lumière d’or illumine les corps et autour de nous, un flamboiement. On nous appellerait, les oiseaux du paradis.

We had decided to leave, all together, at the hour when the golden light illuminates the bodies and around us, a blaze. We would be called, the birds of paradise.

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© James Bantone

© James Bantone