Au creux de la colline, un arbre étend ses branches
Noires, percées de soleil et de nuages blancs :
Un coteau de Bourgogne au début de l’été.
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Au creux de la colline, un arbre étend ses branches
Noires, percées de soleil et de nuages blancs :
Un coteau de Bourgogne au début de l’été.
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