"Mais ou les neiges d'Sontea ANTAN?"
Yesterday it snowed. And I remembered other times, they just lifted me in this world, the grandparents' house in a village lost in Baragan. Then fire was crackling in the stove, and ice were flowers in the window, and Trojans that reached the eaves of the house, horses and sleds.
Today, radiators, double-glazed windows and cars. No snow is no longer what it was.
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