Tag: France

In Dreams

I dream each night of a small bungalowsomewhere in the French countrysideA place to rest on the shaded verandahto watch my simple life go by. I wrap myself in old cashmereI bought long agoin a quaint Paris brocantenever minding tiny moth holes. I tie… Continue Reading “In Dreams”

The Apartment

The pale gray light of a rainy dawn creeps into the room. In my jet lagged stupor, I briefly forget where we are. The breeze from the fan brushes against my cheek soft as a lover’s caress. I roll over and wrap my arms… Continue Reading “The Apartment”

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