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Home Town
My village Mountains circle three-fourths of it- A thousand-year-old church is at its center The bells ring around the clock striking the hours. This view is five minutes on…
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French-ness
Sadly, the end of summer draws near, the warm weather is saying goodbye to Provence, it is the time of year where I grab a sweater in the morning…
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Gratitude
Thank you little flowers that are under my feet, giving way without a cry, as I pass by. Thank you…
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My Cousin Julie
Our memories that go back to childhood and have continued throughout our lives so many of them that some have slipped into that space that holds our roots, waters…
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Rose’s Love Letter
In a box at the flea market,Dusty and forgotten,Memories slept closely to one another while silently dreaming of another place and time. Once cherished. Placed carefully.…
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As Weeds are Plentiful in Spring
My friend Annie makes weed salad. She gathers the weeds in a field. Weeds. She eats them. And tells me, "..they are good for you, high in vitamins." Weeds that…
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Sweet Nature
So far they are enjoying the RV lifestyle they started in Bordeaux, went along the coast, and now they are in the Pyrennes. Their one-week adventure is to…
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