Jour 66. Dimanche, chez maman, j'ai appris que le petit arbre que j'aimais tant est mort. Les jardiniers l'ont arraché. De lui, il ne me reste que des photos et de beaux souvenirs de sa magnifique floraison. Tout passe...
Day 66. Sunday at mom's house I learned that the little tree I so loved was dead. The gardeners have dug it out. At least, I will have beautiful memories of its flowers and some photos I took many years ago. Nothing is immortal...
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