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How French Husband asked me to Marry Him.
French husband proposed to me in a small neighborhood park in Paris. His breath was swirling white from the cold; funny when you are first in love, the things around seem brand new and miraculous, …
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The French Speedo
When I brought French Husband home to meet my parents, they were skeptical. Especially my Father who often said, "Out of all the men in Willows my daughter falls for a Frenchman." My Father studied Yann's every move– to the…
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French Husband the nude Model
Modeling nude was a way to make money. It was as simple as that. Or at least to me it was. How hard could it be, you take off your clothes, people look at you, then you put your clothes…
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How I Met my French Husband: The Coin Toss and Standing Naked.
It is funny how we forget certain things. Or think we know all there is to know about a subject. It is weird to discover that in the multi-page book, the patchwork quilt, or the box of puzzle pieces of…
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Happy Halloween
(Photos of some of Shelley's Halloween Decorations.) Old books that store bits and pieces of yesterday's charm, while a "Trick or Treat" shoe sits on top waiting to be carried door to door to gather this evening's sweets. A few…
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Where do your dreams take You?
We went for a walk French Husband and I Something caught our eye, setting a fire inside of us, dreams started flying, endless possibilities, creative, wild, a whirlwind of yakkity yak. Our giddiness did not go down with the…