Category: Living in France
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The Bookshelf That Doesn’t Hold Books to Read
There is a bookshelf in my house that doesn’t have books to read. Most friends walk past without a second glance. To be fair, it lives in a unlit corner — From a distance, it looks like a long, tired…
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Twenty Years and One Day
Well, wow — you all really know how to make a person feel good. Thank you for all your generous, kind messages. Some of you I’ve met, many of you I haven’t, but almost all of you feel familiar when…
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20 Years – Everyday
Twenty years.Can you believe it? Because I barely can. I’ve been writing here every day for two decades. Twenty years! I know I like to talk, but even I have to admit… this borders on the extravagant. Possibly even a…
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The Mediterranean
A stone’s throw from Cassis lies Bandol. The color of blue—Mediterranean,rising beneath meas I stand above the waves.One place,yet always changing,an endless invitationto beauty. Being here, even for a moment,the sea touches my far-off shores.I pause—my spirit soars.
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Daily Walk
The earth wears its amber crown,a kingdom of endings, shining,and I walk through it gently,afraid to disturbwhat is already letting go.
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Olives in Provence
My daughter and her family recently moved to our town, settling onto a little acre of land with a few olive trees—unruly, organic, and growing as they please, the way things do when nobody gives them even the slightest bit…