southern france in april.
we expected a warm beach to lounge on and get a tan.
instead, we discovered a small town where mom bought a lamp the size of me, we hiked to where nietzsche wandered to find inspiration for his writing, and we explored the prison made famous by a man in an iron mask.
the stairs worn in the centre over hundreds of years of prison guards and prisoners still capture me.
love,
me
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