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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