Driving back from Molleges I saw an animal climbing on a hill of dirt, behind a fence on the right side of the road, bending down to eat something green growing up from the earth. I asked D. to stop and realized I was looking at a Llama. D. asked, are you sure it's not a goat? But I was sure, we sat for a few minutes and contemplated this odd vision in the middle of Provence, a Llama from Peru on a farm in France.
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