This morning, while the sun was shinning and temperatures seemed to rise a bit, I went to fetch some logs in the pile of wood behind my kitchen and here is what I found, a soft sound of wings warning me before my eyes could focuse on him. Was he sleeping, all buried in the (relative) warmth of the wood during these last chilly days? How has he
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Sev
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En plus, il avait reçu une bonne nouvelle :)
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