Today I’m missing Saint-Lô. Most of all, I miss those autumn afternoons where I had nothing to do but take long walks out into the countryside on the Route Du Candol, with no one but the cows for company. I thought I was doing nothing but wandering, but really I was percolating; these long walks inspired the seeds of what would later become my first novel. Never stop wandering.
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wow, beautiful and congrats! Ideas, and writing and wandering-it does not get better.