Everything Is New
Being somewhere new is tiring. From walking to the boulangerie to get some bread (which I now have to do most days) to getting in the car to get shopping, … Continue reading Everything Is New
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No Place Like Home
The trees were frozen on the way here. White claws against the blue sky. Next to the road a river disappeared beneath a cushion of snow and I wondered if … Continue reading No Place Like Home
