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THE NEWSLETTER THAT BRINGS YOU JOY AND GLITTER
I love you so dearly.
What does July 9 mean to you ? A special birthday ? A loved one's ? The end of school, or the start of a vacation perhaps ? You've gone through your thoughts and realized that July 9 was none other than that blessed day when you received this newsletter, declared a source of well-being by the French Department of Psychiatry.
Yes, with this letter I'm taking the place of Prozac and other pharmaceutical nonsense that promises you a world full of barbapapas and apples of love as shiny as my bottom after a bit of Sunday sport under my comforter. So, July 9 is a day to remember. Feed on love.
Let's turn all those images of violence and submission upside down, transforming them into a torrent of uninterrupted possibilities. Now that that's said, now that you've mentally joined my party of the shining grolle, you really don't have the right to look away from my site, because it's calling you, imploring you to act for the best. The best for you. And yours is the one that touches the ground, the one that grounds you. You need to know how to thank the ground on which you move.
Thank your ancestors, who assembled a whole host of materials for you to enjoy. Your gratitude, if you agree, would be to tread this ground with a fine pair of shoes. A pair that would pay homage to those who have worked so hard for your current well-being. Don't turn away from your destiny and treat yourself. You only have one life, as Fabrice (Maud's boyfriend) says.
