It was mid-afternoon on July 14, lying by the beach, my legs were drawing on the horizon the thin line of my visual field. I was bored, as we can do on July 14 on the beach in Calvi before the time of a wedding where I could not escape as an official. My little waterproof Olympus recorded the east-west...
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