Category: Living in France
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Who Is God
Walking hand in hand along the crowded streets of Paris on their way to school, little Gabriel, as curious as four years old can be, turned to his agnostic Daddy with yet another question in the slew of questions…
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Delicious Friendship in Dollops
As the years faded away, we came together once more, seemingly untouched by the passage of time that had separated us beyond our imagination. This reunion felt like we indulged in a deep dive of delectable sweetness, a delightful…
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Exploring By the Creek
Hand in hand, we skipped toward the creek's edge, a stone's throw from our home we roamed, Early in the morning, racing against the soon-to-be afternoon heat, we set forth on a quest with nature's rhythm as our guide. …
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How it Was When I First Arrived to Our French Village
Our street was narrow, unpaved, and flanked by two large stone walls. This was before the joli maisons; homes sprang up like mushrooms all around us, replacing the vineyards with their knobby trunks that had been toiled by hand…
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The Walled Garden
Beneath the vast tree's shade, a peaceful place to be. A friend's garden wall, Olivia's wonderland unveiled. Where butterflies dance, and rocks await her hand's embrace, Crunching leaves' symphony, enchantment in simplicity's grace.
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Summer Song of Sunshine
The tale of the hottest summer that graced the sun-kissed lands of France, perhaps I'm exaggerating just a tad, but it truly feels like I'm not. As the scorching sun blazes its fiery path across the sky, the colors blur…