Some of us are rooted, and some of us are nomads, like the thistle seed floating in the wind. My wife and I are of the floating seed variety. Less than a week ago now we left the cacophony, speed and spiritual vacuousness of Southern California and landed in a tiny village in the French countryside - three planes, three trains and one bus later. Our goa…
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