Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
Friday, 19 December 2008
St Brieuc, streets.
Moll is bunched up with uncertainty, a 'snow' machine billows out disturbing froth, but the smells are many and interesting, and she acquires a unfortunate taste for spat-out chewing gum.
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