We were lengthened on the sand. Our arms seemed flasks, our dead bodies. The salt water licked our feet and ventured up to the thigh. The sky seemed clear. An impressive silence reigned over this beach. Suddenly, a crawling insect risked beginning a gratitude...
Blog de littérature contemporaine conçu et rédigé en français ou en anglais.
Blog of contemporary literature conceived and drafted in English or in french ...