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Jean-François Spricigo, Islands


I grew up under a stormy sky, and gentle rain traced my footsteps. In such imaginary landscapes, I would lose the thread of my existence. One evening, a feverish moment turned into a flood, my self, swept away by the winds of others, had vanished.

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