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  • a chris

    Visiting a French fruit-farming family in my “youth,” I encountered something like this. It was a small above-ground concrete reservoir of some sort, no longer used for its original purpose, that they used for swimming in hot weather. I have very rose-tinted memories of that visit. Extended family dining at a big outside table in the warm summer light, drinking wine from a variety of chipped mugs, laughing, and somehow taking in a clueless heartbroken (and thus a bit mentally vague) Canadian, almost a stranger, with a bad cold and making her feel welcome in it all. I’m still very grateful. Thanks for the memory-twig!