A long, long time ago, I was living in France, in a state of youthful bliss and earthly pleasures.
In the mornings I’d go to the café, where I would order a café crème and a croissant. I’d grab the newspapers when I wanted to know what was going on with the world. I’d do a light read but move on fast to the culture pages, to see what movies I would go and see that week.
I’d have a laugh with the locals, then walk to wherever my life was taking me at the time.
In the evenings, I would meet my friends for a glass of wine. Sometimes, we would talk politics and have heated conversation all through the night. Never would we have a fall out over different opinions.
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