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“Je vais être minuscule, mais j'ai hâte, car il y a de la noblesse à éprouver son insignifiance, de la noblesse à savoir qu'un coup de vent peut balayer nos vies et ne rien laisser derrière nous, pas même le vague souvenir d'une petite existence.”

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