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Ça Va Bien



Bonjour à tous,
Much has changed, mostly due to the fact that I am now living in Angers, France. 
I will keep this brief- just know that I've had many wonderful conversations with people from an array of backgrounds, and plenty of time to myself. I feel as if I can now picture my future more clearly than ever before. 
I am now an aunt, I look forward to meeting my niece Eloise this summer. 

This April, I will be a published writer! Two of my pieces have been selected for publication.
Be sure to buy a copy of the Sorin Oak Review 2016.

~To all who have prodded me into posting more frequently, thank you. I have decided to take your advice. 

-Madeleine xo

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