The crooked skirt swinging, whack by whack by whack.
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#Ulysse 1042
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#Ulysse 125
9 juin 2012, par Guillaume VissacThe twining stresses, two by two.
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#Ulysse 1040
11 décembre 2014, par Guillaume VissacThose mornings in the cattlemarket, the beasts lowing in their pens, branded sheep, flop and fall of dung, the breeders in hobnailed boots trudging through the litter, slapping a palm on a ripemeated hindquarter, there’s a prime one, unpeeled switches in their hands.
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#Ulysse 122
6 juin 2012, par Guillaume VissacWoodshadows floated silently by through the morning peace from the stairhead seaward where he gazed.
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#Ulysse 129
13 juin 2012, par Guillaume VissacIt lay beneath him, a bowl of bitter waters.
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#Ulysse 124
8 juin 2012, par Guillaume VissacWhite breast of the dim sea.
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#Ulysse 1041
12 décembre 2014, par Guillaume VissacHe held the page aslant patiently, bending his senses and his will, his soft subject gaze at rest.
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#Ulysse 1038
9 décembre 2014, par Guillaume VissacHe held the page from him : interesting : read it nearer, the title, the blurred cropping cattle, the page rustling.
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#Ulysse 1043
14 décembre 2014, par Guillaume VissacThe porkbutcher snapped two sheets from the pile, wrapped up her prime sausages and made a red grimace.
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#Ulysse 1037
8 décembre 2014, par Guillaume VissacCan become ideal winter sanatorium. Moses Montefiore. I thought he was. Farmhouse, wall round it, blurred cattle cropping.