
Street Twenty-Seven Number Ten Sixteen
There is the memory of a bedroom in an apartment on the third floor of a building. There is a reverie of a melancholic love song playing on an airplane, flying towards an island, straddling an ocean and a sea. There is the soft haze of an embargo slowly lifting into the celestial blue.
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