Life in France has its peculiarities. Everything is judged on a sliding scale between pas mauvais (not bad) and pas terrible (not terrible). In the same vain, I can confirm that 2012 was “pas mal du tout”.
Discoveries were made.
As were friends.
Some friends grew closer.
Dreaming was free.
And some dreams came true.
As did others. Merci, mon mari.
Thanks for sharing 2012 with me.
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