Flasks
She had just stepped in ... gone up the three steps between the red flasks ... and left a suttle scent of sweet santal, and the light shadow of her silky and orange sari ...
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- A French woman trekking for life with a camera and a pen !
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- Diamond and lightLight dived into matter to its co...
- On the pier...Every night he draws his fishing net...
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- The old washing houseThe ground still echoes with ...
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- Diner for twoWinter was already pervading, he had ...
- At Clémentine's We were in Orange, in the south of...
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