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Tendance Floue

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I’m motionless on a roadside, on a street corner, in a distant country… I’m engaged by the passing faces, those who wear their existence, their weight, their joy. I fly. And perhaps, in a wordless face-to-face, we observe each other. I entrust you with a secret, from me to you, I love you… A tenuous, fragile thread is born of...

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