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Parmi les tournesols, Se laisser voguer... Caresser les pétales, Doux crissement des graines, parfaitement alignées Perfection plus qu'humaine. Et silence, silence doré. Resplendissante vague. Marée de lumière. Et nous tellement petits... Juste nous...