Next Steps
July 2020 is coming to an end: exactly two years ago, in my little courtyard in the South of France, under the vines and the scent of the olive tree,…
July 2020 is coming to an end: exactly two years ago, in my little courtyard in the South of France, under the vines and the scent of the olive tree,…
It’s been almost a week since I killed Altair.It’s too much. A little longer, and we’d all find ourselves purring over a bowl of milk. I’ve just received a list…