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Strength.

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Sometimes, life is confusing. Sometimes it makes perfect sense. Doors close, windows open. I need to clean them, whatever. DON’T JUDGE. There are children in Paris that won’t eat their goûter because they’re terrified right now. Which is sad because chocolate and bread can solve the world’s problems if we let them. Let’s break bread together. Drink wine together. Understand that we are all the same.

Here is what we need. Sun on our shoulders. Swaying branches that bend yet don’t break. Here’s to STRENGTH. And cheese. Always cheese.

Bisous, loves. xxx

14 comments
  1. Patti Loluste said...

    I’ve missed you, Madeline. I hope you’re as strong as the people of Paris are right now. I’m sure you are.

    November 19, 2015 at 3:48 pm
  2. Francine said...

    Êtes-vous de retour du Maroc ? Histoires s’il vous plaît …

    November 19, 2015 at 4:24 pm
  3. Geeta Dhawan said...

    Don’t clean windows right now. Let them remain cloudy. When time is right, let light shine in.

    November 19, 2015 at 4:49 pm
  4. Melissa Janesco said...

    The paint is peeling and it’s beautiful. Paris is going to be just fine. I’ve missed you, girl. 😉

    November 19, 2015 at 5:38 pm
  5. Rachel Silcox said...

    That light, though. So glad you’ve resurfaced. We’ve been worried. That you got lost on a boat from North Africa back to the motherland. Fill us in!

    November 19, 2015 at 8:15 pm
  6. Joe said...

    You are so funny, you bring a smile to my face and make me chuckle. MY hair is perfect today! 😉

    June 23, 2017 at 12:14 pm
  7. Come back, Madeline! I have only just discovered you, and I can’t bear if it is only ever to be an echo.

    December 8, 2017 at 2:36 pm
  8. Joy! You are back-an early Christmas gift to me! “Firecracker” could not be a more perfect color for you. I was in Beijing, one Lunar New Yea, and they set off rows and rows of firecrackers, woven into a kind of exploding chainmail. They set them all off at midnight and the following morning there were billows of pink clouds in the gutters…the exploded red firecrackers, turned into pink confetti. It was the only color in the street. Sublime. Joyeux Noel to you and your family, Madeline.

    December 19, 2017 at 1:11 pm

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