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An Out-Of-Bounds Essay

“I Love to Think of Those Naked Epochs” ~ Baudelaire One night in Paris, my wife and I took a small room on the top floor of a hotel just off the boulevard St-Michel. It was an odd little room—no … Continue reading

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