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In my box of memories, there are places with the smell of wax, houses for family portraits, tea shared with an English lady, the beloved objects in my childhood that my stones are white ...
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I owe to my mother's taste for old roses, gardens Cure and flea markets ... and so and so ...
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These images are for her ...
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I owe to my mother's taste for old roses, gardens Cure and flea markets ... and so and so ... ...
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These images are for her ... ...
Inanimate objects, do you have a soul
attached to our soul and strength to love?
(Alphonse de Lamartine)
Inanimate objects, do you have a soul attached to our soul and strength to love?
(Alphonse de Lamartine)
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I think you just tame ...
I'll try ...
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Love to you who pass
Love to you who pass
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