it's dark. hazy.
i don't see anything.
wait. i see something.
but what is it?
a telephone booth. of red coloring.
it sits there. wait.
there is a man inside.
he stands there, staring at me.
wait.
he speaks. i can't tell what he says.
but he has an accent.
wait. he smiles at me.
i go to him.
we talk. we laugh.
the sun shines.
wait.
he takes me to paris.
and beyond.
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