My friend Hervé
I was at Mass, in Nantes, on a Sunday evening, and being appropriately prayerful, knees bent praying to prepare my mind for the sacrifice of the mass wondering…
ReadI was at Mass, in Nantes, on a Sunday evening, and being appropriately prayerful, knees bent praying to prepare my mind for the sacrifice of the mass wondering…
ReadFor my many sins, I am a musician and not just a depressive dude with a camera. I play the French horn. Some might even say that I’m…
ReadRight, this post might be a little introspective and even border on the nostalgic. Mother, you have been warned, read on at your own peril. This week has…
ReadI have a friend who sings, and who really sings well. She plays the guitar too. She also happens to be Australian but we won’t hold that against…
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