Summer 1955. The sun shines brightly on a bucolic landscape sprinkled with poppies. A young beautiful and mysterious woman lays in this sparkling field of blood-red. The sunbeams caress her smiling face. A moment of happiness that nothing seems to be disturbing.
Summer 1955. The sun shines brightly on a bucolic landscape sprinkled with poppies. A young beautiful and mysterious woman lays in this sparkling field of blood-red. The sunbeams caress her smiling face. A moment of happiness that nothing seems to be disturbing.
Jean-Sébastien Bernard
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