I am amoureuse with all of my French professors here.Also, I can feel myself changing. Not changing into someone else - rather, back into an older version of what I used to be, when I was six and sixteen. Does that make any sense? I think everyone should still retain a little bit of who they are when they were six and sixteen. Those were good ages.
I broke my camera in a Roman monument Saturday. But , I made up for this tragedy later on by using a Turkish toilet for the first time and feeling extremely proud. Anyways, a few more straggler pictures from my dead camera.
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You were lovely at six, and lovely at sixteen. I am so thrilled that you are stepping into yourself fully and in happiness!
All my love,
Mom
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