He turned his face over a shoulder, rere regardant. Moving through the air high spars of a threemaster, her sails brailed up on the crosstrees, homing, upstream, silently moving, a silent ship. +
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#Ulysse 914
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#Ulysse 2851
4 décembre 2019, par Guillaume VissacThe ball bobbed unheeded on the wake of swells, floated under by the bridgepiers.
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#Ulysse 438
18 avril 2013, par Guillaume VissacYet someone had loved him, borne him in her arms and in her heart. But for her the race of the world would have trampled him underfoot, a squashed boneless snail. She had loved his weak watery blood drained from her own.
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#Ulysse 783
29 mars 2014, par Guillaume VissacHis snout lifted barked at the wavenoise, herds of seamorse.
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#Ulysse 2866
19 décembre 2019, par Guillaume VissacLive on fish, fishy flesh they have, all seabirds, gulls, seagoose.
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#Ulysse 439
19 avril 2013, par Guillaume VissacWas that then real ? The only true thing in life ? His mother’s prostrate body the fiery Columbanus in holy zeal bestrode.
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#Ulysse 882
6 juillet 2014, par Guillaume VissacWeary too in sight of lovers, lascivious men, a naked woman shining in her courts, she draws a toil of waters.
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#Ulysse 875
29 juin 2014, par Guillaume VissacIn cups of rocks it slops : flop, slop, slap : bounded in barrels.
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#Ulysse 887
11 juillet 2014, par Guillaume VissacThere he is. Hook it quick. Pull.
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#Ulysse 731
5 février 2014, par Guillaume VissacHe had come nearer the edge of the sea and wet sand slapped his boots.