Friday, December 3 The snow seems to vanish gradually. Green cabbage and spring wheats reappears leaving only the frozen snow furrows.
Montaillon gently stretches in the sun of this beautiful autumn day to look like fake winter. But the gene persist even today, the baker will not pass, leaving a few bewildered those who can not move.
Madam Mayor and First Deputy go around the territory, but despite the Montaillonais sanding reliefs steep roads into and out of village to the south, remains isolated.
bucolic beauty, as in love wins. As love has its limits.
it rains tomorrow, but if it freezes it will be the party to Gisele.
Peire
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