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The Year Began with Lunch…
At one of my favorite restaurants on the Cote d’Azur (French coastline, I think you call it the French Rivera?) Hangs tightly on the cliff side, like a barnacle to…
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Petit Déjeuner
The church bells ring in the morning, the good bakery (there are several in our village, we call it the "good bakery," as not to be confused with the others.)…
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Perfume
The petal curled tenderly around the strong arm of her lover. The time had come to say goodbye. Releasing her perfume, she knew the fragrant notes would guide her… "Let…
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L’eau de Vie
The first step to living a French life, begins when you enter a French cafe. Walk up to the counter,…
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Antique Tea Party
The teapot stood amongst the bric and brac with its pretty head held high. It could be worse it thought,…
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Sealed with a Kiss
The berries fell upon the marble plaque. Some of them cried, "What a waste why didn’t we fall on fertile ground! We will…
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Nineteen Years of Being in the Garden of Marriage, weeds, roots, escargots and growing wildly
"Yann, stand in front of the armoire and act like you are in love." "I am in love I…
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The Hands of Time
I was in the seventh grade when my parents gave me a Mickey Mouse wrist-watch. Soon there after I lost it on a…
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Queen of the Night
At the flea market I found an early 19th century collection of, A Thousand and One Nights,’ Being seduced by the royal blue book-jackets, with its gilded lettering, I gently…
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Epiphany
Epiphany: A sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple,…
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