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THE ABSENCE AT THE HEART OF SUMMER
The last day of July and it is cool at this hour, a little before three p.m. here in southern France. A breeze is blowing, and the sky is...
THE JOYS AND SORROWS OF JULY
The tourists are not so abundant as in past summers. I can tell by how many camera-toting Dutch and Germans come down the main street in...
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