A Maison Gourraud edition
Day Seven
One line on what this day was: where it went, who it was with, the mood.
Hong Kong · date to come
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One evocative line to open the day.
Opening paragraph, written once the day's photographs and voice note land. Where the morning started, what the light was doing, the first coffee and where it was drunk.
The main movement of the day: the ferry, the climb, the market, the long lunch, whatever carried it.
A lighter human aside. The wrong turn, the thing nobody could pronounce, the tip from a stranger that turned out to be right.
The best of the day's messages, tidied only enough to read.
Closing prose. Where the day landed, what the sky did over the harbour, dinner, the sound of the city at night.
A short italic envoi, the feeling to leave on.