Monthly Archives: August 2013

Chaleur et effluves: the Call of the Wild

From every hill slope came the trickle of running water, the music of unseen fountains. All things were thawing, bending, snapping. Jack London, the Call of the Wild* Près d’un lac allongée, entourée de mimosa,  et de mes nouvelles trouvailles: … Continue reading

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