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Alchemy, The Gold Ring by R.M.Simone’ TRILOGY
He was the Key and she was the Lock… a pathway of Alchemy as a unit of Love..
Prologue
Paris was in her shroud that evening when I saw her walking across to the café. It was night time in the rainy season of late fall. Normally tourists are all gone by this time of year. I watched her leave the Louvre’ as she darted between the slow late traffic. Only the locals were sitting in the café.
The rain was about to come down, but she made it in time while the fog draped the landscape. Mizzle is what some people called this kind of rain in the mist of the fog.
She was out to meet someone, I wondered?
My mood matched the shroud of Paris at the moment. I could not stop looking at this girl. Something different about her…
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