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“J’habite un désert, et je m’intéresse toujours à Paris comme on aime ses anciens amis avec leurs défauts” I live in a desert, always interested in Paris like an old friend with their shortcomings…my BAD translation. This is the benefit of the doubt you refer to too?

Well put Barbara, you are right, we can sometimes be hasty in our judgement of a situation and say things we regret afterwards and even do for the rest of our lives, even after having ironed them out with the other person, they hang on like black night shadows and spoil the light of friendship - that most wonderful gift of all maybe, as, if both friendship and great love become married in two people then this is perfection in this life of ours.

Good thoughts and poem Barbara, just the little mistake in the plurals, it is a modern trait and maybe will become accepted as the norm I think, but yet its not right: -

“Words unintentionally offends somehow” Take the S off Offends and it will be perfect.

Yours Ann of Norway

i agree with you… very nice :)

be blessed,
brandi