Spending the weekend far far away from Paris.
Taking a walk early Sunday morning in the countryside, to welcome a new baby who was born at home.
Alone, admiring the view. Waving at horses. Admiring the cats bathing in the cold sun.
Crying over the death of Trish Keenan and trying to make sense of it all.
Feeling incredibly sad and smiling at the new baby who just reached our world.
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