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Boy in Paris

  • Shea Brayley
  • Sep 18, 2015
  • 1 min read

He was asleep. He had been asleep, that is, when he suddenly opened his eyes to see the city spread out below him. He was unnaturally calm at discovering that his body was floating through the clouds, high above the buildings and streets he knew so well.

 
 
 

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