puyricard
French class. The last rays of summer permeate our classroom. Everyone is clad in shorts and slippers and summer attire. Voices drift around the room as we introduce ourselves to each other in French.
I look outside the balcony of our classroom, and I see this:
Puyricard. Provence just as I imagined it would be.
I cannot believe I'm here.
I look outside the balcony of our classroom, and I see this:
Puyricard. Provence just as I imagined it would be.
I cannot believe I'm here.
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