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Song Catcher
Songs of life were swirling above her, it called to her as she walked by…as much as she wanted to…
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Singing in French
Growing up bilingual has its advantages, especially when you live in France and take English in school. Sacha and Chelsea…
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French Brocante Markets
Antiques stir my imagination! They whisper stories in my ear, when I am at the brocante market the parade of history and…
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Following your path
When you come to a fork in the road, where what you want is right in front of you, yet what is safe…
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Une Bonne Fille
Back home, she was considered a good girl, but in Paris, she was considered vraiment bien! When her Mother wrote asking if she…
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Carte Postal
Ma Chère, The letter begins like many others with a tender greeting. Though the force of the words that followed were…
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Let it be
This morning I heard the sunrise. I sat up in my bed and looked out my…
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Wallflower
While waiting for happiness to bloom she painted flowers in her journal. Page after page. Dipping her paint brush in…
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Mademoiselle Auguste Chier’s Trousseau
Madame Chier sat side by side her daughter as she dipped her fountain pen lightly into the inkwell… The composed list started with Auguste’s bed sheets. Madame gave the last…
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