Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Moment: Last Friday. 3 pm.
Sitting in my theater history class. The professor is speaking fast, but in a manner I can comprehend. He writes various dates on the board--probably ones worthy of further investigation---that I've now forgotten. The lugubrious drone of an accordion eases through the window and I'm instantly distanced from the lecture. Can it be that I'm actually in France?
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theater history sounds incredibly interesting... keep pinching yourself :) that's what I continually had to do every time I was over - and will probably have to again this time :) altho I'll be so busy I won't have time to wonder perhaps. btw you profile pic is enchanting!! I can never get enough of little quaint courtyards! is that out your window?!
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