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Isn’t flying the most amazing thing? I confess a constant struggle with a fear of flying. The night before a flight, during takeoff, landing and whenever the flight is turbulent I can’t help but picture my fiery death. However, once the plane is at cruising altitude and the ride is smooth, I can’t get my forehead off the window. The scale and wonder of the earth below is intoxicating.
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I'd love to fly off to L'Isle sur la Sorgue in France and stay here...
















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and shop some flea markets...

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and eat these.

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But today I’m going to summon some of that same french flea market browsing bliss as I’m off to some of my favorite local hole-in-the-wall consignment stores to find some items for the winter window display for Little Bean, and a chair for the finest Texas sis-in-law. And I get to do all this with my favorite crazy lady,



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my mom—isn’t she fantastic.

Dream big, explore locally.