I walked to the Pont des Arts and made a list.
I tore the list into a handful of confetti to scatter in the Seine.
I took the lock from my purse.
I kissed it, slid the key in, unfastened it, let it spring open.
I tossed the lock and both keys in the river and walked home a different way.
This, I love. So simple and yet, so much to think about. What's the tradition (or what I assume is a tradition) with the locks and keys in Paris, or the Seine?
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