2017W106
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Quintidi
15
Frimaire
CCXXXIV
« From far, from eve and morning and yon twelve-winded sky, the stuff of life to knit blew hither: here am I. Now, for a breath I tarry nor yet disperse apart... »
Saint du jour
Sainte Rosine
Pensée du jour
Éveillés, ils dorment.<footer>(, Fragments, (544 - 480 av. J.-C.))</footer>
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