Missing the Sea

I sleep poorly at night, bothered by the mortuary stillness of my bed and unable to repress the memory of gently rocking seas. When my eyes linger on the horizon, there’s always a roof, a tree or a rock chipping away at its immensity. One never grows accustomed to firm ground after being at sea.…

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Amazing Geoloc

76! That’s the number of countries from which this – very – modest web site has received at least a visit, according to Geoloc‘s statistics (that’s for the entire site, not only the blog.) It’s amazing, and quite embarrassing. I’m going to have to learn a few more languages. In the meantime, my most humble…

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