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The Beaded Curtain
The beads click and clatter, a soft wooden song,Marking the space between my world and theirs.This is not our everyday house—It’s a place suspended in time, vacation. Between the kitchen…
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Summer Holiday
A few days remain in our summer holiday.Simplicity, rest. Swimming.The intense heat.Children laughing —some tears, some burned meals,late mornings,fresh fruit —figs from the tree. A gift, every time. We’ve stepped…
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Take a Guess
Is it obvious what Claire Sparkle’s favorite color is? Do not let those blue shorts fool you.
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A Summer Note
Every summer for the last six years—Part of August—We arrive in Ardeche.Sun-drenched days.Swimming.Long shadows on the terrace.Doing not much of anything.Loving every minute of it. Arnelle and Rodger—Dear friends,Lend us…
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Today
Too hot. I mixed up the dates of a favorite Brocante. Went a day later. Prices were ridiculous. Yann, Chelsea and I had a lovely lunch. A thundershower came along…
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Summertime- Some Like it Hot
When I moved to France, I was relieved. Summer heat was rare, and even on the hottest days, it rarely hit 90 and lasted only a few hours. I loved…
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The Little Things
Noticing is a form of devotion. A jar of threads, stamps, worn bits of velvet ribbon—is not about grandeur.It’s about the quiet, the overlooked, the things you almost threw away…
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Summer Time
Warmth drapes the day—yellow on yellow. Little hands clutch sweet corn, Butter glistening- Soaked in sun and summer.
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