Six months ago, my six rescue animals and I came careening into this haunted grey, towering French hamlet, encircled by its few dutiful vineyards and the charred black ribcages of burnt-out hillside forests from the latest fires of Southern Europe. We came here chasing, as all desperate creatures do, the twin illusions of peace and belonging.
Instead, I’…
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