childhood

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I remember — 2017/02/12

This weekend, I went to see my parents. Since I don't have a car, because I don't really like to drive and also "because I'm a guy" to giggle at my sister Dominique who accompanied me, I don't often go to Sainte-Croix, the village of my childhood.

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The flower-suns — 2016/09/19

The leaves are starting to fall here. We never tire of announcing, every year, the beginning of autumn. At this stage, the decline may seem philosophical. The air seems to be at the peak of its breath, already imbued with soft, dense juices, like the one in these rooms where the dying fall asleep.

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