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mercredi 15 mars 2017

« 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... »

— Alfred Edward Housman

Quintidi

5

Fructidor

CCXXXIV

Sainte Louise

amour

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