Le petit marché perdu au milieu des pavés rouge tachés de gris.
La neige l'entoure, le meurt, et nait ce beau pays.
What the hell is this market doing here in the middle of this grey sanctuary?
Is it not but beautiful, life and the rest, brother? So snow, its slow soaping quality, wash this flat country of its dust, brother.
I liked this quote, you now how I can be easily influenced.
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