Inktober day 14: Roam
I love to roam on the street on Halloween night.
Inktober jour 14: Errer
J’adore errer dans les rue le soir d’halloween.
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Inktober day 14: Roam
I love to roam on the street on Halloween night.
Inktober jour 14: Errer
J’adore errer dans les rue le soir d’halloween.
@inktober
Inktober day 14
Inktober 2023 ; Day 11/31
Day 11 : Wander (Errer)
2 people, that used to be strangers at first. A young girl and a blue deer. They will meet in a very unique adventure, to start off a new life in an abandoned island. The young girl is named Manavaï, and the young deer is named Takeru (Nacer in French).
Together with a penguin they were the first one to live on this island, and they start to turn this deserted island into a beautiful paradise.
As weeks goes by a lot more people starts to live in there with them. They were very happy of what they've accomplished already, but it was just the beginning.
As the island gets more beautiful as time goes by, the 2 friends decided to go for a walk together as they look at what they've done so far.
As they wander on the beach, they are talking about new ways of improving the life in their new home.
Manavaï is my Animal Crossing New Horizons OC.
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Où sont passés les rêves où on s’envole? (J. Offill)
Cette nuit-là , je rêve que je suis dans un supermarché. Où il y a une musique abominable. Et un éclairage insupportable. J’arpente les rayons avec l’espoir de réduire les lumières mais je ne trouve pas l’interrupteur. Je me réveille déçue. Où sont passés les rêves où on s’envole?
Atmosphère, p.49
Je ne suis que de passage, mon âme erre sans but dans cette vie.
aureliusz
Matterhorn - On Fire by dstphoto https://ift.tt/2YR4kUy
Par des mers désespérées longtemps coutumier d'errer, ta chevelure hyacinthe, ton classique visage, tes airs de Naïade m'ont ramené, ainsi que chez moi, à la gloire qui fut la Grèce, à la grandeur qui fut Rome.
Edgar Allan Poe (Stances à Hélène)