no destination in mind, her only thought to get far away from where she’s been. She walks up Boulevard Saint-Michel, letting the city move past her in an uninterrupted rush. Across the street a young boy clings to his mother’s hand while sucking on a gigantic lollipop that has smeared his whole face pink. A white-haired man tucks his hands into his pockets and hunches against the wind. A woman in front of a bakery trails her gloved hand along all the baguettes before selecting one. Again and again Lee wants to pick up her camera and snap a picture, but she doesn’t. She lets life stream by
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