Today I finished writing my fourth book in my Destined series. Normally finishing a book exhilarates me. I’m at a peak, ready to race around the streets. This one has left me bone dry empty. Exposed. So I took a walk. Let the gentle winds of Paris blow through my hair, brush my mind. At the pedestrian bridge
just beyond the Musée d’Orsay I sat on a bench over the middle of the river looking toward the Champs Elysée. Winter is not the best gown Paris wears. Suddenly sunlight crashed through the wintery clouds and crescendoed on the glass roof of the Palais Royal, throbbing the city. Paris had stirred the heart of God. It certainly stirred mine. I could go home now and begin again, having been watered by this Oasis of the World.
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