I love Henry of the sea-blue eyes, his love of Paris, and his choice of the Pyrenees as the place to spend the last days of his life. Sad, lovely tale, with a message: He lived for me; he lived so that I would find myself and so that I would believe in myself. ...Now, without him, I am sailing inside my city to become a citizen of myself. Wow!
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Thanks for your words @carolkean.
Writing a story in English with quality is a feat for me.