The next time I write to you will be from the other side of the world, in a personal new year of life. I’m at a bibliothèque in Paris, hoping that my hand won’t smudge the ink across the page. Tomorrow is my birthday. I had planned something much more ceremonious for the occasion—an eloquent story compellingly told, my favorite—and was sure my time in P…
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