Fading Words

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Fading Words

Paris in the autumn of nineteen twenty-four smells like wet stone and cigarette smoke and the particular melancholy of people who have survived a war only to discover that survival is not the same as living. I know because I walked through it every day, from my garret on the rue de Seine to the cafe where I wrote poems I did not believe in, and back again, carrying a satchel that contained two...

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