On dirait bien que c'est Novembre. Rien de nouveau, tout est grisaille. Je rêve de froufrous doucereux; rêves cotonneux de jours aussi doux que des nuits.
Mais le jour passe vite et la nuit mes yeux restent ouverts. Novembre.
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lovely photos, I love the ballerina one. I understand your comments just fine by the way.
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Love this picture too, which makes me think of "Into the wild" with the ballerinas who look like angels.
RépondreSupprimerAnd for my language, I am pleased to be understandable!
Don't worry about your english! I wish my french was as good as your english.
RépondreSupprimerLovely blog.