Autre Vie / Autre Temps
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Last published Fri, Aug 18, 2017
Nous connaissons tous des histoires en rapport avec les océans, mais si jusque là tout ce qu'on nous avait raconté était réel et pas des mythes. Si je venais à vous apprendre qu' il y avait réellement de la vie sous la mer ? Des choses que vous ignorez totalement ? Un passé caché. Je suis Hailey, je me cherche désespérément et je n'arrive pas à savoir qui je suis, où est ma place, sur terre avec vous ou dans la mer ?
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