A CHAPTER FROM CORZER

If you’d like to pause from what I’m suspecting is a constant struggle to attain the seemingly unattainable, and if you’d wish to step aside from

the apparently unending pursuit of basic human respect, honor, and as I’ve learned over the last few months - love - then come with me. Join me on
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treks to a probably not so much troubled, as perhaps unfulfilled past, a present mired in what I fear is, and will continue to be non-descriptiveness, and a

future, most likely only lonely.

Oh, Parisian passion, Parisian fervor, Parisian lifestyles, one particular Parisian woman, and a devastatingly stark envelopment of mind, body

and soul; that’s what I sense, feel, comprehend, and, God it frightens me to say it - live for now. And oh yes, I fear I live now for Parisian love - a

European love with outcome still undetermined. And I pray every day now that I’ll somehow either possess or successfully forget Valerie. And yet, I also

wonder how those deities who watch and guard universal occurrences and destinies allowed me to know such a woman and such a love.

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