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02 06 2019
Clara
Mickael
The father intones a melody, an ancient sound fills the room. The daughter listens with closed eyes.
They are two hundred, they come from Paris. I hear them talking about Place Saint-Sulpice, of Alsatian wine, of the time it takes to leave the city and reach the sea; two hours they say.
Fig. 16 and 17 Little girls lying under the sky.
Fig. 16 and 17 Little girls lying under the sky.
Left foot first, right foot then, a vortex of women draws a kaleidoscope of fabrics and voices.
