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Le Mistral
soft at first brushing high leaves teasing gentle refreshing building but slowly to a strength that shakes trees destroys parasols abducts hats rattles windows and doors clears the terrasse of all but the most solid items of furniture and for … Continue reading →
Posted in france, Poetry
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Tagged constant noise, conversation muted, fraying nerves, grit in eyes, mediterranean, mistral, paradise, poetry, provence, rhone, sand and grit, shakes trees, west wind, westerly, wind, windows and doors
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