Alone in the face of the river of Bono, what do you dream about ?
In our fruitless peach? In the jellyfish which accompanied us?
In the flight of the heron? In the seesaw of the tide which urges us to return?
In our next one taken out in this piece of heaven ... or somewhere else?
If we are...
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