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“Au reBordeauxvoir!

Je t’aime!

A child voice echoing over the square as she waves with exuberance to her grand-père. Little blond girl with hair in pigtails and a bright turquoise t-shirt, skin baked brown from the summer sun. As I sit here reading “Chocolat,” I look up and think with certitude that the stuffed bunny in her hand is called Pantouflé.

French… I love the way it rolls off the tongue and into the Heart.”

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