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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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