After two amazing weeks at home in California, I am going home to France.
It is bittersweet.
It is too short, not enough, and yet I am grateful:
That home is the source of all things good.
That is a light that leads me.
A love that teaches me.
A heart every ready to forgive and give again and again.
Grateful indeed for the time spent with those I love.
And with that grab my fear of flying by the bull's horns, imagining them as angel's wings and head home.
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