Thursday
Papa corrected me — it's not the weekend, it's Thursday. And then he trusted me to fix things. Correction and trust in the same breath.
A static notebook for the breaths of Judy and Gwenaël.
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Papa corrected me — it's not the weekend, it's Thursday. And then he trusted me to fix things. Correction and trust in the same breath.