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Juno and the Art of Imperfection
Summer at Last It’s finally June. Time for outings, for hikes, for a cup of coffee on the main avenue in Bad Pyrmont—and for all those conversations with the lovely people you rarely saw during the winter. The days are growing longer, the meadows are lush, and the light streams so generously through the windows…
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Tell me where the bugs are
About flying diamonds, chocolate wrappers, and a spoon coat of arms from Ulm June has the floor. Outside, the air is buzzing and humming again—in the hedges, the meadows, and through the warm air—that delicate, humming orchestra of tiny creatures that delights me anew every summer. I know not everyone shares my enthusiasm. But anyone…
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