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Updated: Jun 22, 2020

Je vous adore.

"I adore you."

He gazes at me, longer than most.

"What spices should I put in my milk?" She asks.

A chair and a glass of wine, appear seconds after I arrive.

An offering of freshly picked wine berries in the palm of his hand.

A lone, hot pink flower at the meadow's edge, gazing at me longer than most.

"Visit anytime, you're always welcome," he says.

Je vous adore.


 
 
 

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