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September 29, 2012
By the time she hobbled along the
Champs Elysees she was far too
weary to appreciate it’s splendour.
It had been her lifelong wish to visit
Paris and here she was, lost in the
hullabaloo that is parisienne chaos.
Still looking stunning, but stubbornly
refusing a wheelchair, she clung to me
so tightly that her nails cut into my skin.
Upon reaching the other side of the
boulevard she let go of my arm and
grabbing hold of a metal barrier, said,
‘Help me God, I never knew it was
like this, please help me’.
Some dreams are best left as dreams.
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