The room isn't filled with sunlight, but there is still light. The kind of filtered light that reaches a room after passing through thick clouds and millions of raindrops.
The air is chilly and there is no sound save for the pitter-patter on the windows.
Hard to tell that it's springtime in Paris.
Or is it?
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Saturday, April 18, 2009
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