Quebec City,  

in Quebec I can walk forever
and live on ale, coffee, cigarettes

my memories have returned and relive themselves within the streets of Quebec


the sunset on the way here was a pink bloom from ground to sky, opening itself from dusk like the arms of a saint.
I am unable to believe that all the dreams I have had of this place are now before me. Every moment is deja vu: a living dream.

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