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Login with FacebookEncre embrasée / Blazing ink
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Every evening, the gulls rise towards the embers. A ritual so frequent that it seems inscribed in the reef of the island. And during this moment... the sky becomes a page, the wind holds the feather and the bird writes. Then, the sky slowly goes out while turning the page, but the ink still flows in the eyes of the one who read it.
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