Je m’imagine dans le tableau du champ presque automnal. Sens l'odeur de la terre. Des animaux. I imagine myself in a painting of that almost autumnal field. Smell the perfume of the earth. Animals.
Letters from Exile: Ch 31 On the Train
Letters from Exile: Ch 31 On the Train
Letters from Exile: Ch 31 On the Train
Je m’imagine dans le tableau du champ presque automnal. Sens l'odeur de la terre. Des animaux. I imagine myself in a painting of that almost autumnal field. Smell the perfume of the earth. Animals.