My beloved Cristina. Says I got a glorified experience out
of our trip to France. That’s a way of complimenting me. That I got more than
she did. She didn’t always see stuff. That same way that I did. Which is all
right. Experience is a personal thing. The trip is still percolating. In my
heart and mind. Something will surface. From my subconscious. Six months from
now. That’s the way my mind operates. In some ways, I’m still in France. I
never left. --Jim Broede
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