Paris, 3 de April de 1973
I was born long ago, and again the other day, when I met you. I will forever remember, and tell others that the first body part of you I saw was your feet. Now, I don’t know how interesting this detail will be to anyone but it is what I choose to remember. I looked over the book I was reading and saw them entering my frame; then I raised my head and saw your beautiful face. “Hi!” you said. “ I just wanted to say hi.” and you had an “ I’m just a simple Canadian girl” expression; which I immediately understood would be your spiel. I remember thinking: “ Yes. Sure. P-liz, lady!” I could sense you coming light years away.
