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One night in Paris there was a scene that made me stop & observe. A group of actors from the Performing Arts Academy on rue du Conservatoire were walking after a show. They were in wild and expressive clothing, some period, some fantasy. They were passing a gorgeous large bank at the end of the street with a huge golden statue and massive hanging street lanterns. It is these moments that you lose your timeline or reality.
I felt like I was witnessing some hidden world that broke through the veil, misfits that paraded through the Parisian streets while the world carried on.
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