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Rough Take #2

 Idea for a novel
  dedicated to Françoise Fabian

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After swimming, Jeanne, lying on the beach, takes a novel out of her light blue bag and begins to read it. When she reaches page 10, she gradually realizes that the novel seems to speak to her exactly about what is happening where she is : at this very moment.


Surprised and amused, she looks around her attentively, then tells herself that ultimately it can only be a coincidence. Obviously. No need to re-read Pascal for that !


She resumes her reading.
Besides, the sun is shining whereas in the novel a black stormy sky sends a gust of wind sending a balloon to leap towards a woman reading.

 

Taken in reading her novel, Jeanne does not see the three small drops of water that have fallen on her bag, which has become so dark, nor a balloon heading straight towards her to reach the ocean !

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suis en train de composer :

~ River arms ~

qu'on peut traduire par :

 

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