You
wake up in the morning and everything is fine
An
hour later the world has collapsed beneath your feet
He went to the beach for the first time
in the summer of 1943. The place would remain undiscovered for
another 20 years or so. It was a long peninsula on the coast, the
south side tide was weak and slow, the north violent and treacherous,
According to the locals, it had claimed the life of many a foolish swimmer.
Every day he walked from the chalet to
the beach exploring the countryside. To him all the people were
mysterious, incomprehensible creatures. . He sauntered across the
pine forest. The cool wind conferred pallor to his skin. La vie en
rose was in the air. He wanted a blond wig.
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