XII. LAST FRIEND

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One day last summer, about the month of June, Claire and her mother were working in the living room, while I was perched in my usual place, on the shoulder of the girl, where I played with her coiffure and … Read More

MY FIRST FRIEND

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Surrounding wheat mature before sapling Was still strong enough To fly and take flight, A thousand different cares the agitated lark Go for pasture, warn his children To always be on the look-out and to be sentinel … (La Fontaine) … Read More