“I, Frimousse…”

“I, Frimousse aka ‘sweet little face’, always in great shape, either in the cold of the winter in my garden, or by the stove…”  Frimousse was saying (*), perched on the guardrail of the balcony, watching RouXy having a (very) last stroll in the snow, in Plume‘s garden, on January 17th 2017…

 

 

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