« A great pain, great love, fade really? »
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Hélène Ouvrard
Le coeur sauvage |
Hélène Ouvrard
Le coeur sauvage
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« To write, to resume, self. Being able to hear laughing stones if we want to grasp his own voice. »
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Hélène Ouvrard
L'Herbe et le varech |
Hélène Ouvrard
L'Herbe et le varech
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« Our instincts, those that in ourselves we condemn, are defeated as the day where we have exhausted them by satisfaction because through them turns off gradually as the cause that brought them. »
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Hélène Ouvrard
A fleur de peau |
Hélène Ouvrard
A fleur de peau
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