Laughing, I knew Daddy in all of his glory was roaring across the Parisian skyline now golden like the fallen sun. Like a gentle storm he was quietly, simply waiting for nightfall to release its blazing stars, and with the touch of his spirit he would bring magic to a grieving daughter’s pillow and to the closing of yet another chapter of a life well lived and learned. I had not known that anything as cold and clear as moonlight could be so full of promises - promises made of white glimmers dancing in the heavens above, stars wished upon on a clear Parisian night. Donna LeClair
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