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La Vendange of the Marquis d’Espagne

We used to live down the road from the Marquis d’Espagne. Writing from where I sit now, in a fusty New England house of rigid lines and upright lives, such a sentence seems implausible. ┬áDo marquises still exist? Maybe I … Continue reading

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