For some reason, unknown to me, i am terribly homesick for France today. i know for sure i miss the food, but it's other things, the little things that sometimes make me stop and remember. It's the crowded metro and the streets lined with folks going and coming from Paris. It's the way mothers call their children (in a very high sing-songy way) or even the street-sweeper man who picked up all the dog poo...
America is my country and i am fierciously loyal and patriotic to her
but Paris is my home too..and i long to be in her sweet embrace.
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Ah, Paris.
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