I put myself in all the pictures of your beloved landscapes, your droll side-street cafes, your hills that stand like verdant petrified waves.
It makes me hope that if I ever get to see them, if you're ever there right next to me pointing out rue this or calle that,
it'll be like you're seeing them for the first time with me, instead of remembering who you were there with last.
In so many ways, I'm still just a girl.
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