The door opened silently and she came into the bedroom. White light filtered through the closed curtains. She guessed that the moon was high in the sky. The smells of the seasonal cooking still lingered in the air and she … Continue reading →
Trop vieux, trop laid, mal aligné… L’arbre est condamné, il doit partir. Hein, quoi ? Non, mais ça ne va pas la tête ! Me dire ça, à moi ! Mais j’ai plus de cent ans, mon bon monsieur, et cette ville est … Continue reading →
The rebinding of the roof of their dwelling thus complete, the members of the community gathered in a circle to bring to mind the effort they had all just made together that day. They stood for a few moments, reflecting … Continue reading →
Era un fastidio tener que empezar el colegio cuando hacía tan buen tiempo. El sol le calentaba la cabeza igual que el casco que mamá le obligaba a ponerse cuando iba en bicicleta. La mochila le pesaba y botaba sobre … Continue reading →
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