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Nothing goes as planned.
“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.”
Everything will break.
“I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.”
People say goodbye.
“Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale.”
In their own special way.
“Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.”
Age | Genre | Ville | Pays |
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100 ans | Homme | France | |
Célébrité préférée | Musique préférée | Film préféré | Plat préféré |
Couleur préférée | Le job de mes rêves | Emission préférée | Loisir préféré |