Letters from Armorica— 9 Decembre 33 AF


Dear Journal,
And so it has happened, though it has taken awhile for me to find time to write about it.
It began nine days ago, when the first great storm of the season came blowing through Bois-de-Bas. It came in the afternoon, just as I was finishing my reading lesson with Amelie, with quick flurries of snow flakes in the shop windows and howling winds that made the roof creak. It continued for three days, after which M. Fabré’s designs had been well and truly accomplished


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