It's been a while. I was roaming around the world, a Tour de France of sorts by car with detours into the Haut-Pyrenees and the Pyrenees Orientales. Feet dipped into the Mediterranean Sea, the Calabrian Sea, the Atlantic Ocean, and the English Channel. Writerly graves visited in the Parisian cemeteries of Pere-Lachaise and Montparnasse. Many bonjours, bonsoirs, and au revoirs later, it's home again to the edge of autumn in the Pacific Northwest, watching the maples drift to the flagstones in the garden, harvesting bucketloads of pole beans from our behind-schedule alley garden, trying to remember—what was it I said I wanted to be writing again?
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I love this pic of you. Actually I like all that John got while you were in France. Beautiful!