ODA JAUNE, FROM THE INSIDE

“I saw myself in the mirror!…. My image wasn’t in it… and I was in front of myself! (…) Then all of a sudden I started to see myself in

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THE CLARA RIVAULT’S OUTSTRETCHED HAND

My skin shreds the pocket of my jeans, my fingers slip into its breast and collect a cold body that I guess plural. Its rough walls caress my skin, which

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