"In a library we are surrounded by many hundreds of dear friends imprisoned by an enchanter in paper and leathern boxes."
Ralph Waldo Emerson, writer and philosopher (1803-1882)
The moon uninvited came Smelling of daffodils, her lips sweet red wine Swaying her hips like a lover
Tu l'es Roudor, Tu l'es. Il faut juste que ton univers passe du numérique au papier ^^
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