On a hot day like today, my memory presents the re-experience of hot summer days in Provence. With the comfort of cool breezes under the shades of old oak trees, good food, friends, wine, Pastis and the ever present hissing of the sun beetles. Stone walls and cool interiors. Slightly tipsy from the local table wine, an afternoon nap on fresh pressed cotton sheets, followed by a splendid pastry and iced coffee as reprise. I inhabit now, again, in my dream, this reality, which is formulating into my reality.
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