« Under water, Augustine thinks less. Under water, his sadness plunges into oblivion. Her hair dances with the transparency of the waves. And then, under the water, there are lots of tiles. »
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Virginie LLOYD
Dear happiness, I took the liberty to write to you. Hurry to answer... |
Virginie LLOYD
Dear happiness, I took the liberty to write to you. Hurry to answer...
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« A former tap-in caïd. Garbage bags. A neighbor who better go to sleep. And soon a kid like no other. Welcome to number 7 Lamartine Street. »
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Virginie LLOYD
Dear happiness, I took the liberty to write to you. Hurry to answer... |
Virginie LLOYD
Dear happiness, I took the liberty to write to you. Hurry to answer...
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« Wednesday. Augustine welcomes the third day as we receive a child who has just been born. Without a sound, quiet, eyes riveted on this fragile life, small and new. Sitting on the edge of his bedroom window, Augustine observes the sky. »
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Virginie LLOYD
Dear happiness, I took the liberty to write to you. Hurry to answer... |
Virginie LLOYD
Dear happiness, I took the liberty to write to you. Hurry to answer...
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