You had heard how in the old village

 

 

You had heard how in the old village

of St Victor des Oules

all roads lead to the wells,

all spies know la source

a girl who stoops by the well

to wash her face.

On guard her unhinged dog

a chihuahua with a red bow collar.

 

She too has red shoes and a white lycra top.

She is holding sunflowers.

He has her.

 

 

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