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Walking home, “Jean, would it be possible to have the museum police there? I’m afraid someone might try and destroy Michael.” “I can have two of the museum police there.” Tonight I’ll ask GG to be there. As usual, I stopped at the patisserie for fresh bread and wine. Jean picked out some pastries. “You know if we keep eating these pastries, we are going to need to jog to the museum.” “I only eat these when you and Roger are here.” That caused us to laugh. For some strang
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Grandmere lived for her friends. Opening her home as a guest house brought her a great deal of pleasure. Armand could thank her the only way he could, giving her an angel to guard her sleep.
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No question that Carl and Armand will form a special bond.
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There is one lonely angel. The one above the door of the boy's home that Pat went to Paris at Arnaud's invitation. Maybe the appearance of angels will help the street kids. That home would have been a safe place for Charles, alias Chef Boy
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No, GG doesn't involve herself, she get's others to do it.
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No, thank you. I'm sure your comments are appreciated by the readers. I hope all is well with you.
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I think the reaction of the people to the angel was more or less a surprise. The mausoleum was by itself and then the next day there was an angel on it. To them, it was a miracle and they reacted.
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I think you have read ahead. You must be reading my mind. Remember what you wrote here
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Thanks, Chris. I enjoyed writing this chapter.
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yes, weather would have devastating effects. It has to be protected. I wonder how long before lights are unstallded
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You are so right. You live those times over and over. It seems no one forgets.
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I always felt a bonding when i would share an evening with friends. i think the old world had a secret, they knew good food and good wine among friends were always the best.
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I would think the face of Saint Michael would be stronger, maybe slightly more determine. But I do appreciate the pictured.
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You are right. The defender and that is how our artists painted him. If I was dying, I'd want Michael on my side. Arnaud's position
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The bluebird became Carl's input. I think you know who inspired him. It is a good balance for Michad\el
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You are welcome, my friend
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In the morning, coffee wasn’t made, There was fresh bread when the door opened, in walked Jean. “I went and bought some pastries and fresh eggs. Should I boil them or fry them?” “It does make any difference to me but one if not two young men probably preferred them soft-boiled. I’ll make some toast.” “To absorb any alcohol?” “If they didn’t through it all up.” Jean and I were eating a pastry with our coffee when Carl showed up. “You look like you can use a few more hours
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Thanks for the info. There may come a time when Christian with Jean's help takes you up on your suggestion. I still think I should send the chapters to you to edit
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It took Jean several days to get the supplies we needed. Getting the paint was easy, his biggest problem was getting a large board Walking into the basement of the Louvre where we painted the first angel, brought back memories. I looked at Carl, he was smiling, “Are you ready?” His smile answered that question. Jean followed me into the room. He was carrying a bundle of cloth. “I think this is enough to get you started.” Carl took the cloth and started to place it on the boa
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I like that. There is some wisdom there. We never think that could be us when we are young, and as we age and see family and friends move on, we become aware of our own mortality. Thanks for that epitaph
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No one wants to see a close friend in the process of passing on to the next life. Jean" was talking from the heart.
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Hard chapters to write, death isn't easy.
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Yes, I agree. I think the blue bird is a gift to the boy from GG. Carl is getting good at drawing them.
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There was a saying, Death comes in three. i remember when someone died that we knew, my parents would discuss who is next. They are aware of the urgency
