found in a spring clean: le déjeuner sur le beau
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It’s weird stumbling across a cache of photos. It’s like opening a chamber in the head and letting an army of activity out. A boyfriend gone. The face fresher, less lined. But a rawness and terrible sensitivity now vanished: a mish-mash of anxiety and hope, replaced now with something sturdier, more flexible.