Oh, you fatty duck!
Whispering white feathers fly
As corn stalks rustle.
What a complicated month September is.
I wade through thick memories of many Septembers, compressed into one autumnal chapter of my French life, searching for the quintessential September moments. It always begins with the last holiday escape to the Bas…
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