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This Changing World – Paris 2015

Dark these recent stormy skies battleship grey, gloom filled days entangled with tears… Blood spills in joyous places from young music revellers, flows warmly away amongst coffee loving gentle souls. In quiet bistros filled with amore, mixes in delicious smells...

“A Poem”

A poem…begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness… It finds the thought and the thought finds the words. ROBERT FROST, The letters of Robert Frost to Louis Untermeyer.