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	<title type="text">YANN VERNIER</title>
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	<updated>2026-03-07T19:34:26Z</updated>

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			<name>yannbond</name>
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		<updated>2026-02-13T05:25:29Z</updated>
		<published>2026-02-13T05:23:08Z</published>
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		<summary type="html"><![CDATA[For many years while growing up isolated in the countryside, it was very tempting to turn on the TV to feel somewhat connected to the wider world. The only problem… it wasn&#8217;t allowed! Most activities very clearly regimented throughout the week. Wake-up time, breakfast time, the school run, school, lunchtime, school again, homework, dinner, and [&#8230;]]]></summary>

		
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		<title type="html"><![CDATA[Nestled]]></title>
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		<updated>2026-02-22T04:56:50Z</updated>
		<published>2026-02-12T01:21:41Z</published>
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		<summary type="html"><![CDATA[The small village where I grew up, about 40 miles west of Paris, was nestled in the countryside, surrounded by fields, mostly of wheat and rapeseed. This was the closest place to the capital where my parents could afford a plot of land as a young couple in the 1970s. The house was still being [&#8230;]]]></summary>

		
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		<title type="html"><![CDATA[Creases]]></title>
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		<updated>2026-02-11T03:58:13Z</updated>
		<published>2026-02-11T03:45:32Z</published>
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		<summary type="html"><![CDATA[From ages 2 to 7, we spent most of our family holidays in southern Brittany, where my Mum had grown up. While drawing in the sand and building sandcastles was fun, what I loved most was when the tide was low enough for me to roam the dark granite rocks that surrounded my Mum&#8217;s favourite [&#8230;]]]></summary>

		
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		<title type="html"><![CDATA[Ballet]]></title>
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		<updated>2026-03-07T19:34:26Z</updated>
		<published>2026-02-10T04:18:10Z</published>
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		<summary type="html"><![CDATA[Southern France, where the Pyrenees meet the Mediterranean, one summer in the early 1980s… The land around our rented holiday home looks more like a desert than a garden. I guess the few attempts at growing plants were quickly undone by the fierce sunshine and long, dry summers. I&#8217;m sitting on the biggest stone I [&#8230;]]]></summary>

		
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