Bordeaux

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When in Bordeaux, pour yourself a glassful. Let it sit, on a table in an old stone kitchen, to breathe.

Type on your computer. Write about the magnolia wafting through the window. Swat at a fly. Wipe the beads of heat from your forehead.

Grab a chip, munch. Then sip.

Summer.

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