Moulin Rouge

Cannot begin to describe the feelings from Paris. above everything else was the loss of Lynda. But I felt that somehow? She was seeing all this through me and around me. Hard to describe, but while in Paris I had one of the most profound spiritual encounters in my life. The other was in Athens when Lynda and I were "visited" by her mom. all that aside, Paris was for me, not the "well don't want to lose the ticket" mindset instead? Very healing, very spiritual in manners I won't go into, but I can say that I laid some ghosts to rest in Normandy.Baca lagi