*giggles and runs away*


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J’ai mes pèrtes et à matîn, la douleur m’rêvilye. Man tchoeu est l'miyeu! I’s’leve et m’rapporte des boulets et de l’ieau. Don, i’m’ligouaîse jusque’a qué j’sais mus.

The weather cleared at last and the book I ordered for man tchoeu has finally arrived. He's gone back to work while the light holds so I shall knit for a while. I'll show him the book when I've stopped marveling over the contents later ( Read more... )