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Le temps n'attends pas

Le temps n'attends pas

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, May 23, 2018
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Cette histoire sera principalement descriptive et psychologique, je ne peux en dire plus sans en dire trop, c'est pourquoi je vous laisse le choix de découvrir de vous même ou non cette courte histoire qui pour une immersion totale nécessite de la lire en écoutant un morceau de Jazz à faible volume tout du long.
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