colmar's christmas market.

. . . seen friends at the ice-rink by the carousel, and had a french gwyneth paltro explain watches in a polished atelier- her endearingly broken english reminding me of imperfect applesauce. leaning in to understand, missing words from mannerisms, laughing because the crack in the vase is turned toward the viewer. this time, the crack in the vase is the gold lettering.
the crack in the vase was asking 'have you without coat?'
'you are from where?'

I answered the run in the stocking.
I am passing through.
it's an addiction.

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