He was older than I. He was much older than I; there were streaks of pure silver in his dark mane. But his strange, heavy, almost waxen face was not lined by experience. Rather, experience seemed to have washed it perfectly smooth, like a stone on a beach whose fissures have been eroded by successive tides.

Angela CARTER, The bloody chamber

Ces derniers mois, j’ai beaucoup travaillé pour des projets auxquels j’espère participer. Mais espérer n’est plus assez : mes souliers sont usés, ma pomme est chiffonnée. Il faut les requinquer.



Bref, j’y vais, j’hiverne, et le blog, idem !

Chers Gens, bel An : – )

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