Too close for comfort
Because I was choking up, I got off the bus and walked home along the river instead.
Instantly the sense of space seized me; my eyes jumped to the horizon, far away down the waterline; then I looked up at the sky and breathed in.
Later on, I almost walked on a dear rat.
None of the above is a metaphor for anything.
Michel Simon dans un musée du sexe ?
4 years ago
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