28 août 2010
Like him was I, these sloping shoulders, this gracelessness. My childhood bends beside me. Too far for me to lay a hand there once or lightly. Mine is far and his secret as our eyes. Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants willing to be dethroned.
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J'aime beaucoup la photo
Quant au texte, je ne suis pas sûre d'avoir tout compris mais c'est beau
Bisous couzine chéwie!
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