3 septembre 2019
Les compères.
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Les collines hérissées de chênes et de fayards esquissent une ligne d’horizon indécise avec, au-dessus d’elles, le ciel immense de la nuit qui descend. Un petit vent flâneur fredonne dans les bouleaux des ritournelles intimes et une fraîcheur délicate...
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