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The new image on this blog’s home page is a picture of Sacré-Coeur in Paris. I went there in 2011, the same year that my husband died and I moved to West Virginia. My friends and I walked around Montmartre at night, and climbed the hill to the basilica. We passed the people sitting on the steps and went inside. At the entrance, a man told us that mass was being celebrated and that we should be quiet. We walked around the candlelit interior as the priest on the altar spoke softly. I stopped to sit in a side pew where I cried for a while. Afterward, I felt a sense of peace and relief.