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bouchon I’m standing at a bus stoptwenty minutes from homethe reasons don’t matterno sign of scheduled servicealready long overduethe traffic is nose to nosemile after milebarely movingnothing happeningother than tempers risinglike the temperaturebecause mid-June at La Fouxnear St Tropezis blindingly … Continue reading

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