For those who cry to return to France. For those …

For those who cry to return to France. For those …

For those who cry to return to France.
For those whose heart belongs here.
For those who call her home.
For those planning a trip of a lifetime.
Or moving for the rest of your lifetime.
I create my photos, my words, my videos for you. Every day.

Here is to another year of support, love, community, & understanding. Bienvenue – You have found your home away from home.

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Now that I’m looking back, I can see all the signs
I tried to fill in the cracks, that was spread in my mind
But I was all out of hope, lost in an endless maze
The emptiness had unfolded, just like a void but
You
Broke the coldness somehow
And lit up a flame
I was done feeling hopeless, screamed out loud
Because it
Felt impossible, in my bones
Like getting blood out of a stone, on my own
But you came around
And removed the thorn, in my soul
You guided me out of the storm, I found a home
In your arms of gold

It’s funny how easily a life can be torn apart
Why couldn’t I simply see, that I was sick at heart
And I am in deep debt, the climb we did was unreal
You made me so speechless, I just can’t believe it
You
Broke the coldness somehow
And lit up a flame
I was my own enemy, screamed out loud
Because it
Felt impossible, in my bones
Like getting blood out of a stone, on my own
But you came around
And removed the thorn, in my soul
You guided me out of the storm, I found a home
In your arms of gold

I rise from the ashes
With pins and patches
We carry on
I rise from the ashes
I heal from your passion
My doubts are gone

Felt impossible, in my bones
Like getting blood out of a stone, on my own
But you came around
And removed the thorn, in my soul
You guided me out of the storm, I found a home
In your arms of gold

I rise from the ashes
With pins and patches
We carry on
I rise from the ashes
I heal from your passion
My doubts are gone
In your arms of gold

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Song: Tape Machines, Arms of Gold

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