"…Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens Brown paper packages tied up with strings These are a few of my favorite things…" Well, actually, not the whiskers on kittens, that is scary.

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Sweetheart. 18 months.  

A pair of beautiful Chinese pistachio trees blooming in Paris. Oh how they caught me by surprise. Have you seen them before?

As Gabriel and I walked home from the park, we saw a man sitting on the ground with a bucket full of Lily of the Valley, selling them for 2.50 Euros a bouquet. Gabriel buried his face in them, and…

    Home. That is where my heart goes, That is where I find my roots that hold me in place, That is where the long road ends, where the green never seems less green. Home is where my soul…