Nature contradictoire de la réalité

29sept09

We took the train to Shrewsbury the next day, Christmas Eve, and it was my father who picked us up from the station and drove us over to Warden Parm. The sky was silver-grey. A pale late-afternoon sun washed the meadows and hedgerows in winter light. ln London there had been’ dustings of snow. Here [...]

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