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They lost hope. And then, they found a shore.
What the Funk?
A hard decision
The joyful feeling of being
A floating grammar of time and beauty
The wildfires of my life
Homme des bois n’osant pas respirer l’air pur de nos villes surpeuplées
Une tristesse de clown
Look at the people (living in the world today)
Inflection of a reflection
Lingering poetry behind clotheslines
Paper ads and empty streets
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