That night at the Rietberg…
when I learned how to whistle with an acorn…
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I was speaking to a friend at the beginning of the week and he told me a story about an encounter with an author whom I had loved to read at the age of seventeen.
On lighting a fire… from above
On Sunday, we were invited to a friend’s place for raclette – one of those Swiss meals that start with an apero late afternoon (on this occasion, with home baked rosemar
‘Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience’
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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