Au fond du puits

Des trucs.

15 novembre 2015

Pour les familles et les proches des victimes









"Some nights I put on my father's chalk outline and I teach it how to walk." Siaara Freeman

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03 novembre 2015

June suns, you cannot store them / To warm the winter's cold

 

Now hollow fires burn out to black,
And lights are fluttering low:
Square your shoulders, lift your pack
And leave your friends and go.
O never fear, lads, naught’s to dread,
Look not left nor right:
In all the endless road you tread
There’s nothing but the night.
- A.E. Housman

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