Un jour, une image, une histoire et autres bricolages d'un promeneur solitaire.
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(Bois de Saint-Cucufa, 9h 55)
Cette nuit la terre a bu, un peu, enfin.
I am cursed with a brain that sees faces in things--- and I see a bear or a raccoon in the canopy of the trees. Or perhaps a demon.
I am cursed with a brain that sees faces in things--- and I see a bear or a raccoon in the canopy of the trees. Or perhaps a demon.
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