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“Combien naquirent sur les sols boueux de nos campagnes, en plein sable, dans la tempête, sans eau et sans lumière ? Le voyage n’est-il donc pas pour tout le monde le même ? Qu’importe. Le temps qui nous est accordé ne nous semblera infini que si l’amour s’en mêle. Et peut-être, de nos larmes dernières ayant troublé la poussière, reviendrons-nous, phosphorescents, de l’au-delà. Une vie minuscule contre l’éternité.”

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