Voyage voyage
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Archibald et Octave entreprennent un long voyage en Amérique du Sud.
Ils partent à la recherche de rencontres authentiques, de paysages époustouflants. Mais surtout, ils espèrent que ce voyage leur permettra de renouer après tant d'années sans s'être adressé la parole. Chez certains, la mort d'un parent rapproche. Ca n'a pas été le cas dans leur famille.
Ce roman vous fera voyager et goûter à l'ambiance latinos et vous donnera envie de mieux protéger notre belle terre.
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