Lighting a French candle during winter in New York City
๐๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฎ ๐๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ๐น๐ฒ ๐ฑ๐๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ถ๐ป๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ถ๐ป ๐ก๐ฒ๐ ๐ฌ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ธ ๐๐ถ๐๐โฆ ๐ฏ๏ธ๐
As the rain falls gently in New York City,
The warmth of the fire and the soft glow of the candle
Bring us peace on this winter night.
We breathe in the fragrance of the French candle ๐๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ช๐ป, the favorite of kings and queens of France.
Its floral and powdery notes filling our senses.
It transports us to Versailles, the streets of Paris,
Where we can almost hear the soft murmur of the Seine.
Drifting through memories of past travels.
We are transported to the cozy bistros and charming cafรฉs,
Where we have sipped on warm coffee and savored rich ๐ฑ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ด.
But as we sit here in Mylineโs Central Parkโs apartment,
The French candle burning bright,
We remind ourselves that home is where the heart is,
And we are grateful for this moment of peace and quiet before our kids invade our space.
So we sit and watch the flame flicker,
And for just a moment, we are back in France,
With the warmth of the candle and the memoriesย ofย the glittering Eiffel Tower...
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