vendredi 4 septembre 2015

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One evening, somebody suggested we go for a swim all together at the beach near from my grandmother's. It was already quite late and the sky was a delicate pinkish-blue with hints of peach. The water was so high it came right up to the wall, and we undressed quickly and left our clothes there.There was no-one in the water, but people were sat near the edge, talking and laughing. The younger ones dived right in. We all swam together, fifteen of us splashing around, racing and playing. A mixture of young and old, a unique sense of togetherness. We dressed back into our old clothes, shivering, ordered chocolate crêpes from Natasha's and sat on the wall talking and joking until it turned dark and the lights from neighbouring cafés rippled on the water.