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I fell in love with the City of Love; cried in front of a Monet; and don't ever want to take my life for granted. So when a dear friend helped open an intricately carved door in my head, I delighted as my font imagination emerged.With great famil
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I fell in love with the City of Love; cried in front of a Monet; and don't ever want to take my life for granted. So when a dear friend helped open an intricately carved door in my head, I delighted as my font imagination emerged.With great famil