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There were the cafes that sold hashish and marijuana. And they sold coffee and tea as well, of which was my calling. I didn't buy any forget-me-not. I was dead-set against it. I am not ever sure were that attitude came from. I know there was a rational. I had a rational for everything. Wasn't a moral stance, but then how could one be sure, more likely something to do with purity, of the unaffected mind. On the other hand Paris and its impressionist painting, of which I visited in the museums, was seeming affected mind. This was another way of seeing. So I was looking at the concept, and I took the dynamic around in my meanderings through the cities. I must have been trying to figure it out.
Thank you Ma'am. I love you. It is a woman with a mind and a mouth. There she is in the window. This was otherworldly. The night canal, with its beautiful lamps, a misty light and dark red street, a side-walk tree covered - and a prominent window with a lighted room, and a woman sitting in a chair; with naked legs under dark window stockings indicating a soft dominance, the black midriff woman-womb lingerie, a dark bra with suckling breasts swelled in the contours, naked arms and shoulders, a more or less indifferent make-up face, a body with carnal impression, as real and as not.
What the hell was this ? This was astounding. This was a show. This was sex. This was the most intriguing mind-set I had yet encountered. For myself I would never go in. Like drugs, it was out of the question. Not that I hadn't done it already, but not in this instance. This was a mystery house. Why would I want to know the mystery ?
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