Tonight in the middle of the countryside,
with friends from our village,
we are dancing.
Their children and ours grew up together,
though years have passed,
marked only by their height and my dyed grey hair.
the music plays, a dog barks in the distance, my heart expands
life in France… and the music carries me back and forth between memories here and there.
dancing the night away
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3 responses to “dancing the night away”
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The image I have of a very rich gravy: delicious, sways, and tastes so good. You have been blessed.
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I am so glad that my family and I had the wonderful experience of Train Bleu while visiting Paris last year. We met our new found friends there and all I heard about were the bathrooms. Of course we “had to go” and check out the bathrooms (toilets), much to my surprise and much to our new friends “surprise”. Each was expecting something different? I wasn’t disappointed but fear I may be now. So glad we were able to experience the old and will welcome the “new” when we return. sigh……..
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Corey, I don’t comment often but read your posts every day. Your mention of such nostalgia and going back and forth in time is so poignant and I very much relate to it. You so often hit the nail on the head, about these moments in our lives. Thank you so much for all of your posts, your photos, everything. It is always such a pleasure to read your blog. I want you to know it, without a doubt. You have given me a huge gift. Merci beaucoup!
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