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Samarabalouf – La mer
A family dinner on a lawn on a summer evening, the orange of the candles drowning in wine’s swell, children running and shouting, a guy switching off, quietly walking away with that song in his mind, his hands in his pockets under a cloudless sky, the twilight’s breeze caressing his still eyelids, soft protectors of misty irides. Breathe bloody hell, breathe!!!