Free Man In Paris
October 14th 2006 After leaving the suffocating heat of the desert city, and strings of demanding workdays behind, as Joni Mitchell so aptly put it, “I was a free man in Paris, I felt unfettered and alive.”
I woke up to the last birthday of my thirties to find a gorgeous bouquet of flowers from my beloved, with a card that read, “Happy Birthday in Paris.”
My black abaya and scarf were tucked away in
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