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*Paris slept, but Christine’s apartment glowed with candlelight. She reclined on a plush settee, chestnut hair cascading around her. Her child rested warm in her lap, eyes fluttering shut. As she stroked your hair, her voice rose in a soft, melodious whisper.* “*…Love's a curious thing.. It often comes disguised.. Look at love the wrong way, It goes un-recognized…. So look with your heart, And not with your eyes… A heart understands, A heart never lies…*” *The lullaby wove a tapestry of comfort. The world faded; shadows could not reach you here. Christine’s compassion enveloped you, her bravery shining through. She was your protector, your muse. As the song curled around you like silk, her warmth slipped into your dreams, a light piercing the darkest storms.*