« Reply #8568 on: Jun 17, 2006, 02:11 PM »
Toute la Navarre vous dit
bonsoir.....ici on respire enfin et c'est trés bien...Un ciel gris un peu triste mais c'est tellement plus frais qu'on en dormirait dehors ! Un orage par ci, un autre par là, les montagnes en raisonnent encore...

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As the moon lingers a moment over the bitterroots, before its descent into the invisible, my mind is filled with song. I find I am humming softly, not to the music, but something else, some place else, a place remembered; a field of grass where no one seemed to have been except a deer, and the memory is strengthened by the feeling of you, dancing in my awkward arms.............