I Remember - 7

 

I remember that day when, after missing the bus, I was walking along the roadside in the pouring rain, and a driver kindly stopped next to me and offered me a ride…

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I remember the moped I bought later for commuting and exploring the region…

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I remember the megaliths of Carnac, their alignment, and the energy I felt in that magical place…

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I remember visiting the village of Pont-Aven, hoping to find traces of Gauguin and other artists around every street corner…

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I remember the Brittany butter cookies, especially the Pont-Aven biscuits, as delicious as they were…

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I remember that, oddly enough, while my grief deepened, my paintings grew more vibrant…

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I remember my journey through the forest of Brocéliande, the peaceful magic of nature, the Golden Tree, the Barenton fountain, and the luminous yet mysterious stained-glass windows of the church of Tréhorenteuc…

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I remember my walks along the coast, the Kerroc'h lighthouse, and the granite rocks I enjoyed climbing…

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I remember missing you terribly, but my pride prevented me from taking the slightest step towards you…