We think of a place, but the place never comes alone it's always acompanied of a feeling.
Which Brings me up to a funny story, the first time I saw this French Artist was here in New York, the first time I saw his Painting was also in New York, I just hopelessly felt in love.
So do we relate those memories to the place where we were?, Has my starveling curiosity filled me with memories of mystery and joy? Are those the reasons I made New york my home?
Once and once and once again the dream until the dream is perfect.
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