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Some Tales Need Telling

From the secret diary of Anaïs Nin

Photo by MohammadO Shokoofe on Unsplash

June 12, 1932

I rose from rumpled sheets and slipped cautiously through the dimly lit room to open the tall windows framing the narrow balcony beyond. The full moon spilled in with the pale street lamps of Paris, followed swiftly by the scent of the jasmine blooming in the small hotel garden below.




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