first wave to the soul ...
a huge wave advance on the coast of Normandy. The salt marshes may disappear. Looks great extent Brouage, magical and endless lights to the most intriguing, purple, pink, yellow, as in Dutch paintings. The light is at the origin of the world, fiat lux.
and soul background arises
A first blade falls, then a second strongest, followed by other more powerful. I stick against the wall of an immense fortress Norman abbey. I let go, troubled by this in-between between life and death, in a sense ready to let me lead by force, but I stay. Some die, many fall but not me.
then calm returns gradually. I'm leaving without words, very shaken by the tsunami in the wetlands but not dévaastées.
it y 'has an erotic dream to be very special, very snapping, just like the reality.
* Large tides occur at new and full moon, and the most significant arrive at the equinoxes. It is used especially in the plural.
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