We’ll Always Have Paris
Prologue: A Whisper in the Night “You will meet a woman in Paris.” The phrase was so direct and to the point that I almost disregarded it as quickly as it entered my mind while standing alone in my kitchen. Who was this voice? What was this voice trying to tell me? My father had passed away only a few months earlier, and my 15-year marriage, on life-support, had unceremoniously come to an end at around the same time. To say the least, things were unsettled. The voice itself was unsettling. The last thing in the world I was even […]
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