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Sometimes I Think Of Paris Not As A City But As A Home.

In Creation Alone There Is The Possibility Of Perfection.

I Must Know, He Thinks. It Must Be Clear To Me. There Is A World Which Is Closed To Him, A World Of Shadings, Gradations, Nuances, And Subtleties. He Is A Genius And Yet He Is Too Explicit. June Slips Between His Fingers. You Cannot Posses Without Loving.

I Cheat Him, I Deceive Him, Yet The World Does Not Sink In Sulphur-colored Mists. Madness Conquers. I Can No Longer Put My Mosaics Together. I Just Cry And Laugh.

I’m Restless. Things Are Calling Me Away. My Hair Is Being Pulled By The Stars Again.