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Assis au bout de la jetée, les pieds dans le vide, le regard au loin j'observais le ciel, les nuages et les oiseaux qui avaient encore le courage de fuir l'orage qui avançait à grand pas. Ici les orages étaient fréquents et j'adorais venir m'asseoir au bord de ce ponton pour observer le ciel se noircir à vue d'œil, les vagues s'élever de plus en plus haut et les gens se précipiter vers leurs voitures ou leurs maisons.
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