"Mais ou les Sontea NEIGES d'antan?"
Yesterday it snowed. And I remembered other times, you just raised me in this world, the grandparents' house in a village lost Baragan. Where was the fire cracked in the stove, and flowers were glazed ice and snowdrifts that reached the eaves of the house, and sleigh.
Today, radiators, windows and cars. No snow is no longer what it was.
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