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If you are a regular reader of my blog, you might have formed the opinion that I am a person who is quite comfortable waxing poetic about the things I love (life, romance , and serendipitous adventures).  You would be correct.  (I knew you were a cut above the average blog reader for Life, Love, and Accidental Adventures seems to attract those in possession of mammoth intellects and discerning tastes) Metaphorically speaking, I have lobotomized myself on this blog and allowed you, my gentle, treasured reader, to take an up close and personal look at the brain of Leah Marie Brown. I have confessed how I get turned on by tubers  and told you about my schnoodle, Molly Muffin, aka the Girl With Balls .  Recently, I shared the details of my early morning encounter with a brave mentally-handicapped young man named Tommy Tough Guy  and my decision to stop allowing regret to be the tether that tied me to the past and kept me from the future. I have shared with you the details of my tr

Welcome Paris Originally uploaded by Marc Benslahdine | Photography I arrived in Paris just before the gloaming , and found her sensuously bathing in the amber rays of dusk. She greeted me without shame or timidity, spreading her Rubenesque arms wide and beckoning me to slip into her embrace. I complied, willingly, and soon found myself lost in the golden haze of rapture.