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Petite Maman
Sacha smiles, tilts his head to the side and says,"Even with your high heels on you are just a little…
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The feast day of Saint Francis
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred . . . let me sow love Where there…
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The Feast day of Little Flower
… Saint Teresa believed that love proved itself by how she lived her life, her daily activities…
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Tagging it with a gentle Hand
Each brick in the wall holds a story, some are worth keeping, others are not. When love becomes more than words,…
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True Bleu
Friends that have been together for as long as they can remember, never leaving each other’s side. Complimenting,…
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Peau
Skin (peau,) that protective layer around your heart and soul, that when touched unites the three. Velvet. Stone. Sugar spilled on the…
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Mon Trésor
This is the Frenchman who does extreme sports. -who can hang from a rope in a dark cave for hours on end. Yesterday he attempted to follow Sacha on his…
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The gift of everyday life
Simple moments, that come without expectation, a few words that paint your heart a deeper color red. Something noticed…
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Where do you aim your heart
at the bull’s eye? In the center of the matter? Or possibly… far away in case you miss; nothing…
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