Caught by a sudden desire to tidy up a little miscellaneous hodgepodge installed by time in the small shed at the bottom of the family garden, hidden under some old planks, a gardener’s glove appeared to my eyes: that of my father! An intense emotional shock. All memories related to him have come to the surface like a wave. Especially since the texture of this glove, the wood that supports it, the light that floods the scene, make this meeting even more alive, which seems to me like a call. One way to say to me: Stop and look! The […]
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