I'm an old oyster !
Shell fragile, brittle, too swept away by the surf of life, tide too strong, not holding it!
pieces are crumbling, some in white shirts trying to catch them in the foam: a lost cause! Nature has its rights!
Yet I got hooked to Piquey and Pignot!
I who dreamed of being part of the Basin, I embraced the Mimbeau from the top, and rest there for eternity, resting on the sand, finally comfortable and free!
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