IT WAS THE SPRING OF 68 I HAD A WHOLE LIFE IN MY PLATESHINY BRIGHT AS THE MORNING LIGHT WAS IT FIRST LOVE AT SECOND SIGHTOH OH A LITTLE WEASEL CROSSED THE ROAD ONE SOFT HAND CAME NESTING IN MINEIT FELT SO RIGHT
O…
Frissons , merci
J'adore la fin,
L'appel du grand large ! Frissons ça donne !
A very moving end
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