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…
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…
ReadThe writer expresses a longing for past experiences and memories, triggered by sensory cues like smells and tastes. Nostalgia evokes moments from boarding school, tensions with parents, and youthful dreams. A sense of wonder and loss permeates the reflection, as the writer contemplates the divergence of their past aspirations from their present reality.
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