The End

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I can't continue with this blog because I don't live and garden in Brittany.
I am too sad about the leaving so I feel I can't write about what it was like. The remembering is painful. For the time being this blog will be on hold. However, I shall attempt to continue on my other blog Wise Wild Women Writing. I have begun a new blog called Living Life in reverse and adapting to the Present and Looking to the Future.

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