When my visitor, the young woman I call my French daughter, saw my Japanese Chin mousepad she giggled. She had had many experiences with my dogs when I lived with her and during her many visits to me from her childhood on.
She is in Geneva as part of her job, now fully grown, with a career that makes her eyes shines when she talks about it.
We took a long walk through the vineyards and talked about everything.
The visit was an unexpected and tomorrow she heads home, but I am grateful for the time of intense sharing adult to adult. A gift.
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