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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Alexandre le savait, cet ange n'avait rien d'ordinaire. Il voyait la beaute des paysages, en distinguait chaque teinte sous son plus beau jour. Sa vision ne tolerait aucune imperfection. Une etincelle d'insouciance, entoure par un monde ou l'humanite deversait sa cruaute. Qu'observait-il au sein de la tempete ? Que contemplait-il ainsi ? L'orage grondait. L'ange y distinguait le superbe, Alexandre n'y apercevait que le chaos. L'orage grondait pour eux deux mais d'une maniere bien differente. La tempete est magnifique.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Alexandre le savait, cet ange n'avait rien d'ordinaire. Il voyait la beaute des paysages, en distinguait chaque teinte sous son plus beau jour. Sa vision ne tolerait aucune imperfection. Une etincelle d'insouciance, entoure par un monde ou l'humanite deversait sa cruaute. Qu'observait-il au sein de la tempete ? Que contemplait-il ainsi ? L'orage grondait. L'ange y distinguait le superbe, Alexandre n'y apercevait que le chaos. L'orage grondait pour eux deux mais d'une maniere bien differente. La tempete est magnifique.