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autrefois (I)

Wednesday, May 11th, 2011

And yet, there was an other time, earlier, a woman sitting in the frame of a doorway with her damp auburn hair sparkling in the morning air and the light glistening in her clear eyes, she was a mother. There was a father not yet lost in a war and a brother still there to […]