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<a href="Home.php?page=1">Sortie dominicale</a>
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<a href="Home.php?page=2">Printemps, supsend ton temps</a>
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<a href="Home.php?page=3">Serie 3</a>
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<img alt="drivin'" src="collection/Serie1/img402.jpg"> <img alt="clown" src="collection/Serie1/img386.jpg"> <img alt="granny" src="collection/Serie1/img405.jpg"> <img alt="doggy" src="collection/Serie1/img388.jpg"> <img alt="worried-girl" src="collection/Serie1/img413.jpg"> <img alt="basket-oldma" src="collection/Serie1/img394.jpg"> <img alt="teatime" src="collection/Serie1/img410.jpg">
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<b>Sortie dominicale.</b><br>Early wake up on Sunday. Wet and cold Sunday. What gets me out there? Life awakes slowly down the streets, little by little. Passing strangers. Walking the dog out, going to the food market. Grandmas are out. Loneliness. Moody Sunday. I don't like you very much, Sunday. And time slips, full of spleen, the sun as a faithful clock. Tomorrow will be another day, tomorrow will be Monday. </div>
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