[“…they both reached at once for the present / and when their hands met they laughed” – W.S. Merwin]
While traveling in 21st Century France I found her, a time-traveler like me. We met and fell in love, I with my halting French of that era, she with her own French from a century earlier than mine, which she referred to as “correct,” while making fun of my own and that of the people we happened to meet.
One day she looked worried. After much persistence on my part, she said “We need to leave, now. We can go to my century, if you like.”
And I said, “No, I’m rather fond of the 21st Century; it’s really quite nice.”
“No,” she said again. “You don’t know what’s going to happen.”
“In France?,” I asked.
“Yes,” she said, “– and – everywhere else.”
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