My holiday reading list, a brief travel guide to La Rochelle and quiet French islands, the DNF divide, a literary scandal, and the ultimate dream: a bookshelf door
∙ Paid
I started writing this in France, with the sun beating down, the hollyhocks drowsy in the breeze, and whilst eating my umpteenth giant peach. I am fairly certain I am now constituent parts croissant, baguette, peach and white wine.
Since returning, I have moved between desk, washing machine, and garden - heaving an ancient and heavy watering can between…
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