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Standing in that café, Not knowing what to say. Everyone was watching but didn't see. Every butterfly was watching but didn't see.

“I wasn't sure whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man.”
~Zhuangzi (399 - 295 B.C.)

It is time for a new Belle Époque. It is time for our absinthe-drenched dreams to breathe and dance under the overcast gray canvas of our luminous skies.

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