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stabilized on the front-right arm. As long as it does not install on his face, Mary had decided to leave it to do.
A few weeks had past, and find out where the Swallow had elected home had become a game, when one morning, in search of his bird, Marie had had to go to the obvious: his body was free of the blue ink. Saddened, she took the habit to remove a few seeds in his navel at the time to go to sleep and began to wait. It is at about this time that wild grass, the trees and the flowers have begun to push. By his feet, first, then along its arms and in her back. Very beautiful designs, all to the black ink, are developed on it. Marie was to resemble a clearing, but it is not concerned about not; when she walked in the streets, scope by the nature that covered, she felt slight and happy. At the beginning, it hid the reasons which adorned his body, and then she decided to show proudly, the underlining in wearing earrings in the shape of birds and decorating her hair of fresh flowers. One evening she had spotted in one of the trees of his back that a nest is formed. She was sure that his Hirondelle was going to return. To make her happy, she had purchased a necklace of florets in multicolored stones and had begun to make long walks in the woods. It was anxious to regain its bird.
Only Gaston, the small Bourdon, from the visit in the spring, had noticed this strand of madness. This was not the madness of a flower messy, feisty and gloutonne. But that of a simmering flower, the imaginary foolish, to gently gesture clumsy, that bubbles to express the great day, without making too much glare, his smile and his thoughts to make the world a more wise. Crazy wisely without being madly wise. Drunk with a joyful madness that moves the world and smile on the face of the big bogyman, without overwriting the low, nor do mourn the innocent. Years the nest, three eggs to the shell bluish had made their appearance. Marie was radiant: she was going to have a family! The Swallow was spent in his neck and he had the honor of a detour by her hips prior to hatching. Marie was to eat healthily and was forcing a little on the seeds. She wanted to absolutely make a good impression to the chicks that would soon. One morning, sensing the outbreak and willing to offer to small A beautiful first image of life, she had decided to spend his day in the wood. Its pretty collar around the neck, some flowers Pitted in her hair, she had prepared sandwiches, the squeezed lemon and fruits, and was a party to walk. To celebrate the event, she had put his sandals Blue, of the exact color of its swallow. Days of grand soleil, splinters of gold on its dark dress, Flora dared simmer, of fear to blind its neighbors. But Gaston, him, fell under the charm. He was almost ashamed in him Contant Fleurette. And the days of the cockroach, when the sky grisaillait, Gaston came the see simply, for she tells stories.
Soon, Flora became famous in the whole region, it even made of the jealous among the flowers of the fields, more naughty. Bumble bees, bees, butterflies, ants and even aphids came tender their antennas to get drunk of stories crazy. They rebounding any slight swarming these seeds of magic words. Sometimes they forgot about the details, then they came fluttering with the storyteller. At this precise moment, he looked at her really, it also... Under the sun, tulips and Viktor admirèrent the blond hair of Marika who seemed to be part of the rural decor. And the little witch sarcastic murmured between its teeth: "This is the tulip woman! "Then the happiness flooded this small corner of the planet where reigned a harmony unusual. Has new inspected, turned, returned, examined, detailed under all the seams, I watched the seasoned eye of the lovers of shellfish. Where was I going to finish my uphill race? At the bottom of a garbage bag or under the spot of a magnificent shelf, ornament pearly finally unveiled. From 1890 and up to the First World War, subdivisions will be the successor to the outskirts of the station (Chelles-Gare in 1889, avenue Nast in 1890, the Union in 1891, Chelles again in 1899, domain in 1901…). At the same time was born the district of the Coudreaux with seven subdivisions which occur from 1896 to 1920. The flood of 1910 will affect Chelles of major way. In the first decade of the twentieth century, therefore appears the city "scattered" between the old center, the area of the station and the Coudreaux. Then, from 1913 begins the construction of the subdivision of Chantereine, new location away from the city center traditional, which will last until 1934. After the construction of the railway yard in 1924, an important working class city is realized from 1926. An important part of the natural spaces will be consumed during this period. The population will reach 14,000 inhabitants in 1936. - A snow storm! You had said that the weather was good, clear... You had said ! - Yes, Sophie... A snow storm... You see, it is as violent as a stroke of lightning, and you can die... Professor blushed. Embarrassed, he hesitates: - Say that... the rain it is... let us be precise... it is... or rather what are... this are... two voliphants who embrace and fall to the reverses. Another question? - And the arc-en-ciel then? Questioned Barthélémy. - Studies The Most studies have shown that the Rainbow was no other than the rain which had rebounded toward the sun. - The birds then, it is the big ladybirds who steal? Request Nina. - This is a hypothesis to which he must definitely wring the neck. Be reasonable my children, be logical. The whole world knows that the birds are of the strands of the rainbow. Dreamer, Maillol queries in his turn the teacher: - And the flowers, Professor Gibotin, and flowers... ?
- The flowers are the nests of birds which are formed toward the spring. Ms. Burnet: - A question which I torments since a very long time Teacher : What is the lotus? Professor responds a little underwhelmed. stabilized on the front-right arm. As long as it does not install on his face, Mary had decided to leave it to do. A few weeks had past, and find out where the Swallow had elected home had become a game, when one morning, in search of his bird, Marie had had to go to the obvious: his body was free of the blue ink. Saddened, she took the habit to remove a few seeds in his navel at the time to go to sleep and began to wait. It is at about this time that wild grass, the trees and the flowers have begun to push. By his feet, first, then along its arms and in her back. Very beautiful designs, all to the black ink, are developed on it.
Marie was to resemble a clearing, but it is not concerned about not; when she walked in the streets, scope by the nature that covered, she felt slight and happy. At the beginning, it hid the reasons which adorned his body, and then she decided to show proudly, the underlining in wearing earrings in the shape of birds and decorating her hair of fresh flowers. One evening she had spotted in one of the trees of his back that a nest is formed. She was sure that his Hirondelle was going to return. To make her happy, she had purchased a necklace of florets in multicolored stones and had begun to make long walks in the woods. It was anxious to regain its bird.
Only Gaston, the small Bourdon, from the visit in the spring, had noticed this strand of madness. This was not the madness of a flower messy, feisty and gloutonne. But that of a simmering flower, the imaginary foolish, to gently gesture clumsy, that bubbles to express the great day, without making too much glare, his smile and his thoughts to make the world a more wise. Crazy wisely without being madly wise. Drunk with a joyful madness that moves the world and smile on the face of the big bogyman, without overwriting the low, nor do mourn the innocent. Years the nest, three eggs to the shell bluish had made their appearance. Marie was radiant: she was going to have a family! The Swallow was spent in his neck and he had the honor of a detour by her hips prior to hatching. Marie was to eat healthily and was forcing a little on the seeds. She wanted to absolutely make a good impression to the chicks that would soon. One morning, sensing the outbreak and willing to offer to small A beautiful first image of life, she had decided to spend his day in the wood. Its pretty collar around the neck, some flowers Pitted in her hair, she had prepared sandwiches, the squeezed lemon and fruits, and was a party to walk. To celebrate the event, she had put his sandals Blue, of the exact color of its swallow. Days of grand soleil, splinters of gold on its dark dress, Flora dared simmer, of fear to blind its neighbors. But Gaston, him, fell under the charm. He was almost ashamed in him Contant Fleurette. And the days of the cockroach, when the sky grisaillait, Gaston came the see simply, for she tells stories. Soon, Flora became famous in the whole region, it even made of the jealous among the flowers of the fields, more naughty. Bumble bees, bees, butterflies, ants and even aphids came tender their antennas to get drunk of stories crazy. They rebounding any slight swarming these seeds of magic words. Sometimes they forgot about the details, then they came fluttering with the storyteller. At this precise moment, he looked at her really, it also... Under the sun, tulips and Viktor admirèrent the blond hair of Marika who seemed to be part of the rural decor. And the little witch sarcastic murmured between its teeth: "This is the tulip woman! "Then the happiness flooded this small corner of the planet where reigned a harmony unusual. Has new inspected, turned, returned, examined, detailed under all the seams, I watched the seasoned eye of the lovers of shellfish. Where was I going to finish my uphill race? At the bottom of a garbage bag or under the spot of a magnificent shelf, ornament pearly finally unveiled. From 1890 and up to the First World War, subdivisions will be the successor to the outskirts of the station (Chelles-Gare in 1889, avenue Nast in 1890, the Union in 1891, Chelles again in 1899, domain in 1901…). At the same time was born the district of the Coudreaux with seven subdivisions which occur from 1896 to 1920. The flood of 1910 will affect Chelles of major way. In the first decade of the twentieth century, therefore appears the city "scattered" between the old center, the area of the station and the Coudreaux. Then, from 1913 begins the construction of the subdivision of Chantereine, new location away from the city center traditional, which will last until 1934. After the construction of the railway yard in 1924, an important working class city is realized from 1926. An important part of the natural spaces will be consumed during this period. The population will reach 14,000 inhabitants in 1936. - A snow storm! You had said that the weather was good, clear... You had said ! - Yes, Sophie... A snow storm... You see, it is as violent as a stroke of lightning, and you can die...
Professor blushed. Embarrassed, he hesitates: - Say that... the rain it is... let us be precise... it is... or rather what are... this are... two voliphants who embrace and fall to the reverses. Another question? - And the arc-en-ciel then? Questioned Barthélémy. - Studies The Most studies have shown that the Rainbow was no other than the rain which had rebounded toward the sun. - The birds then, it is the big ladybirds who steal? Request Nina. - This is a hypothesis to which he must definitely wring the neck. Be reasonable my children, be logical. The whole world knows that the birds are of the strands of the rainbow. Dreamer, Maillol queries in his turn the teacher: - And the flowers, Professor Gibotin, and flowers... ? - The flowers are the nests of birds which are formed toward the spring. Ms. Burnet: - A question which I torments since a very long time Teacher : What is the lotus? Professor responds a little underwhelmed. stabilized on the front-right arm. As long as it does not install on his face, Mary had decided to leave it to do. A few weeks had past, and find out where the Swallow had elected home had become a game, when one morning, in search of his bird, Marie had had to go to the obvious: his body was free of the blue ink. Saddened, she took the habit to remove a few seeds in his navel at the time to go to sleep and began to wait. It is at about this time that wild grass, the trees and the flowers have begun to push. By his feet, first, then along its arms and in her back. Very beautiful designs, all to the black ink, are developed on it.
Marie was to resemble a clearing, but it is not concerned about not; when she walked in the streets, scope by the nature that covered, she felt slight and happy. At the beginning, it hid the reasons which adorned his body, and then she decided to show proudly, the underlining in wearing earrings in the shape of birds and decorating her hair of fresh flowers. One evening she had spotted in one of the trees of his back that a nest is formed. She was sure that his Hirondelle was going to return. To make her happy, she had purchased a necklace of florets in multicolored stones and had begun to make long walks in the woods. It was anxious to regain its bird.
Only Gaston, the small Bourdon, from the visit in the spring, had noticed this strand of madness. This was not the madness of a flower messy, feisty and gloutonne. But that of a simmering flower, the imaginary foolish, to gently gesture clumsy, that bubbles to express the great day, without making too much glare, his smile and his thoughts to make the world a more wise. Crazy wisely without being madly wise. Drunk with a joyful madness that moves the world and smile on the face of the big bogyman, without overwriting the low, nor do mourn the innocent. Years the nest, three eggs to the shell bluish had made their appearance. Marie was radiant: she was going to have a family! The Swallow was spent in his neck and he had the honor of a detour by her hips prior to hatching. Marie was to eat healthily and was forcing a little on the seeds. She wanted to absolutely make a good impression to the chicks that would soon. One morning, sensing the outbreak and willing to offer to small A beautiful first image of life, she had decided to spend his day in the wood. Its pretty collar around the neck, some flowers Pitted in her hair, she had prepared sandwiches, the squeezed lemon and fruits, and was a party to walk. To celebrate the event, she had put his sandals Blue, of the exact color of its swallow. Days of grand soleil, splinters of gold on its dark dress, Flora dared simmer, of fear to blind its neighbors. But Gaston, him, fell under the charm. He was almost ashamed in him Contant Fleurette. And the days of the cockroach, when the sky grisaillait, Gaston came the see simply, for she tells stories. Soon, Flora became famous in the whole region, it even made of the jealous among the flowers of the fields, more naughty. Bumble bees, bees, butterflies, ants and even aphids came tender their antennas to get drunk of stories crazy. They rebounding any slight swarming these seeds of magic words. Sometimes they forgot about the details, then they came fluttering with the storyteller. At this precise moment, he looked at her really, it also... Under the sun, tulips and Viktor admirèrent the blond hair of Marika who seemed to be part of the rural decor. And the little witch sarcastic murmured between its teeth: "This is the tulip woman! "Then the happiness flooded this small corner of the planet where reigned a harmony unusual. Has new inspected, turned, returned, examined, detailed under all the seams, I watched the seasoned eye of the lovers of shellfish. Where was I going to finish my uphill race? At the bottom of a garbage bag or under the spot of a magnificent shelf, ornament pearly finally unveiled. From 1890 and up to the First World War, subdivisions will be the successor to the outskirts of the station (Chelles-Gare in 1889, avenue Nast in 1890, the Union in 1891, Chelles again in 1899, domain in 1901…). At the same time was born the district of the Coudreaux with seven subdivisions which occur from 1896 to 1920. The flood of 1910 will affect Chelles of major way. In the first decade of the twentieth century, therefore appears the city "scattered" between the old center, the area of the station and the Coudreaux. Then, from 1913 begins the construction of the subdivision of Chantereine, new location away from the city center traditional, which will last until 1934. After the construction of the railway yard in 1924, an important working class city is realized from 1926. An important part of the natural spaces will be consumed during this period. The population will reach 14,000 inhabitants in 1936. - A snow storm! You had said that the weather was good, clear... You had said ! - Yes, Sophie... A snow storm... You see, it is as violent as a stroke of lightning, and you can die... Professor blushed. Embarrassed, he hesitates: - Say that... the rain it is... let us be precise... it is... or rather what are... this are... two voliphants who embrace and fall to the reverses. Another question? - And the arc-en-ciel then? Questioned Barthélémy. Studies The Most studies have shown that the Rainbow was no other than the rain which had rebounded toward the sun. - The birds then, it is the big ladybirds who steal? Request Nina. - This is a hypothesis to which he must definitely wring the neck. Be reasonable my children, be logical. The whole world knows that the birds are of the strands of the rainbow. Dreamer, Maillol queries in his turn the teacher: - And the flowers, Professor Gibotin, and flowers... ? - The flowers are the nests of birds which are formed toward the spring. Ms. Burnet:
- A question which I torments since a very long time Teacher : What is the lotus? Professor responds a little underwhelmed. stabilized on the front-right arm. As long as it does not install on his face, Mary had decided to leave it to do. A few weeks had past, and find out where the Swallow had elected home had become a game, when one morning, in search of his bird, Marie had had to go to the obvious: his body was free of the blue ink. Saddened, she took the habit to remove a few seeds in his navel at the time to go to sleep and began to wait. It is at about this time that wild grass, the trees and the flowers have begun to push. By his feet, first, then along its arms and in her back. Very beautiful designs, all to the black ink, are developed on it. Marie was to resemble a clearing, but it is not concerned about not; when she walked in the streets, scope by the nature that covered, she felt slight and happy. At the beginning, it hid the reasons which adorned his body, and then she decided to show proudly, the underlining in wearing earrings in the shape of birds and decorating her hair of fresh flowers. One evening she had spotted in one of the trees of his back that a nest is formed. She was sure that his Hirondelle was going to return. To make her happy, she had purchased a necklace of florets in multicolored stones and had begun to make long walks in the woods. It was anxious to regain its bird.
Only Gaston, the small Bourdon, from the visit in the spring, had noticed this strand of madness. This was not the madness of a flower messy, feisty and gloutonne. But that of a simmering flower, the imaginary foolish, to gently gesture clumsy, that bubbles to express the great day, without making too much glare, his smile and his thoughts to make the world a more wise. Crazy wisely without being madly wise. Drunk with a joyful madness that moves the world and smile on the face of the big bogyman, without overwriting the low, nor do mourn the innocent. Years the nest, three eggs to the shell bluish had made their appearance. Marie was radiant: she was going to have a family! The Swallow was spent in his neck and he had the honor of a detour by her hips prior to hatching. Marie was to eat healthily and was forcing a little on the seeds. She wanted to absolutely make a good impression to the chicks that would soon. One morning, sensing the outbreak and willing to offer to small A beautiful first image of life, she had decided to spend his day in the wood. Its pretty collar around the neck, some flowers Pitted in her hair, she had prepared sandwiches, the squeezed lemon and fruits, and was a party to walk. To celebrate the event, she had put his sandals Blue, of the exact color of its swallow. Days of grand soleil, splinters of gold on its dark dress, Flora dared simmer, of fear to blind its neighbors. But Gaston, him, fell under the charm. He was almost ashamed in him Contant Fleurette. And the days of the cockroach, when the sky grisaillait, Gaston came the see simply, for she tells stories. Soon, Flora became famous in the whole region, it even made of the jealous among the flowers of the fields, more naughty. Bumble bees, bees, butterflies, ants and even aphids came tender their antennas to get drunk of stories crazy.
They rebounding any slight swarming these seeds of magic words. Sometimes they forgot about the details, then they came fluttering with the storyteller. At this precise moment, he looked at her really, it also... Under the sun, tulips and Viktor admirèrent the blond hair of Marika who seemed to be part of the rural decor. And the little witch sarcastic murmured between its teeth: "This is the tulip woman! "Then the happiness flooded this small corner of the planet where reigned a harmony unusual. Has new inspected, turned, returned, examined, detailed under all the seams, I watched the seasoned eye of the lovers of shellfish. Where was I going to finish my uphill race? At the bottom of a garbage bag or under the spot of a magnificent shelf, ornament pearly finally unveiled.
From 1890 and up to the First World War, subdivisions will be the successor to the outskirts of the station (Chelles-Gare in 1889, avenue Nast in 1890, the Union in 1891, Chelles again in 1899, domain in 1901…). At the same time was born the district of the Coudreaux with seven subdivisions which occur from 1896 to 1920. The flood of 1910 will affect Chelles of major way. In the first decade of the twentieth century, therefore appears the city "scattered" between the old center, the area of the station and the Coudreaux. Then, from 1913 begins the construction of the subdivision of Chantereine, new location away from the city center traditional, which will last until 1934. After the construction of the railway yard in 1924, an important working class city is realized from 1926. An important part of the natural spaces will be consumed during this period. The population will reach 14,000 inhabitants in 1936. - A snow storm! You had said that the weather was good, clear... You had said !
- Yes, Sophie... A snow storm... You see, it is as violent as a stroke of lightning, and you can die... Professor blushed. Embarrassed, he hesitates: - Say that... the rain it is... let us be precise... it is... or rather what are... this are... two voliphants who embrace and fall to the reverses. Another question? - And the arc-en-ciel then? Questioned Barthélémy. - Studies The Most studies have shown that the Rainbow was no other than the rain which had rebounded toward the sun. - The birds then, it is the big ladybirds who steal? Request Nina. - This is a hypothesis to which he must definitely wring the neck. Be reasonable my children, be logical. The whole world knows that the birds are of the strands of the rainbow. Dreamer, Maillol queries in his turn the teacher:
- And the flowers, Professor Gibotin, and flowers... ? - The flowers are the nests of birds which are formed toward the spring. Ms. Burnet: - A question which I torments since a very long time Teacher : What is the lotus? Professor responds a little underwhelmed. stabilized on the front-right arm. As long as it does not install on his face, Mary had decided to leave it to do. A few weeks had past, and find out where the Swallow had elected home had become a game, when one morning, in search of his bird, Marie had had to go to the obvious: his body was free of the blue ink. Saddened, she took the habit to remove a few seeds in his navel at the time to go to sleep and began to wait. It is at about this time that wild grass, the trees and the flowers have begun to push. By his feet, first, then along its arms and in her back. Very beautiful designs, all to the black ink, are developed on it.
Marie was to resemble a clearing, but it is not concerned about not; when she walked in the streets, scope by the nature that covered, she felt slight and happy. At the beginning, it hid the reasons which adorned his body, and then she decided to show proudly, the underlining in wearing earrings in the shape of birds and decorating her hair of fresh flowers. One evening she had spotted in one of the trees of his back that a nest is formed. She was sure that his Hirondelle was going to return. To make her happy, she had purchased a necklace of florets in multicolored stones and had begun to make long walks in the woods. It was anxious to regain its bird. Only Gaston, the small Bourdon, from the visit in the spring, had noticed this strand of madness. This was not the madness of a flower messy, feisty and gloutonne. But that of a simmering flower, the imaginary foolish, to gently gesture clumsy, that bubbles to express the great day, without making too much glare, his smile and his thoughts to make the world a more wise. Crazy wisely without being madly wise. Drunk with a joyful madness that moves the world and smile on the face of the big bogyman, without overwriting the low, nor do mourn the innocent. Years the nest, three eggs to the shell bluish had made their appearance. Marie was radiant: she was going to have a family! The Swallow was spent in his neck and he had the honor of a detour by her hips prior to hatching. Marie was to eat healthily and was forcing a little on the seeds. She wanted to absolutely make a good impression to the chicks that would soon. One morning, sensing the outbreak and willing to offer to small A beautiful first image of life, she had decided to spend his day in the wood. Its pretty collar around the neck, some flowers Pitted in her hair, she had prepared sandwiches, the squeezed lemon and fruits, and was a party to walk. To celebrate the event, she had put his sandals Blue, of the exact color of its swallow. Days of grand soleil, splinters of gold on its dark dress, Flora dared simmer, of fear to blind its neighbors. But Gaston, him, fell under the charm. He was almost ashamed in him Contant Fleurette. And the days of the cockroach, when the sky grisaillait, Gaston came the see simply, for she tells stories. Soon, Flora became famous in the whole region, it even made of the jealous among the flowers of the fields, more naughty. Bumble bees, bees, butterflies, ants and even aphids came tender their antennas to get drunk of stories crazy. They rebounding any slight swarming these seeds of magic words. Sometimes they forgot about the details, then they came fluttering with the storyteller. At this precise moment, he looked at her really, it also... Under the sun, tulips and Viktor admirèrent the blond hair of Marika who seemed to be part of the rural decor. And the little witch sarcastic murmured between its teeth: "This is the tulip woman! "Then the happiness flooded this small corner of the planet where reigned a harmony unusual. Has new inspected, turned, returned, examined, detailed under all the seams, I watched the seasoned eye of the lovers of shellfish. Where was I going to finish my uphill race? At the bottom of a garbage bag or under the spot of a magnificent shelf, ornament pearly finally unveiled.
From 1890 and up to the First World War, subdivisions will be the successor to the outskirts of the station (Chelles-Gare in 1889, avenue Nast in 1890, the Union in 1891, Chelles again in 1899, domain in 1901…). At the same time was born the district of the Coudreaux with seven subdivisions which occur from 1896 to 1920. The flood of 1910 will affect Chelles of major way. In the first decade of the twentieth century, therefore appears the city "scattered" between the old center, the area of the station and the Coudreaux. Then, from 1913 begins the construction of the subdivision of Chantereine, new location away from the city center traditional, which will last until 1934. After the construction of the railway yard in 1924, an important working class city is realized from 1926. An important part of the natural spaces will be consumed during this period. The population will reach 14,000 inhabitants in 1936. - A snow storm! You had said that the weather was good, clear... You had said !
- Yes, Sophie... A snow storm... You see, it is as violent as a stroke of lightning, and you can die... Professor blushed. Embarrassed, he hesitates: - Say that... the rain it is... let us be precise... it is... or rather what are... this are... two voliphants who embrace and fall to the reverses. Another question? - And the arc-en-ciel then? Questioned Barthélémy. - Studies The Most studies have shown that the Rainbow was no other than the rain which had rebounded toward the sun. - The birds then, it is the big ladybirds who steal? Request Nina. - This is a hypothesis to which he must definitely wring the neck. Be reasonable my children, be logical. The whole world knows that the birds are of the strands of the rainbow. Dreamer, Maillol queries in his turn the teacher: - And the flowers, Professor Gibotin, and flowers... ?
- The flowers are the nests of birds which are formed toward the spring. Ms. Burnet: - A question which I torments since a very long time Teacher : What is the lotus? Professor responds a little underwhelmed.
A few weeks had past, and find out where the Swallow had elected home had become a game, when one morning, in search of his bird, Marie had had to go to the obvious: his body was free of the blue ink. Saddened, she took the habit to remove a few seeds in his navel at the time to go to sleep and began to wait. It is at about this time that wild grass, the trees and the flowers have begun to push. By his feet, first, then along its arms and in her back. Very beautiful designs, all to the black ink, are developed on it. Marie was to resemble a clearing, but it is not concerned about not; when she walked in the streets, scope by the nature that covered, she felt slight and happy. At the beginning, it hid the reasons which adorned his body, and then she decided to show proudly, the underlining in wearing earrings in the shape of birds and decorating her hair of fresh flowers. One evening she had spotted in one of the trees of his back that a nest is formed. She was sure that his Hirondelle was going to return. To make her happy, she had purchased a necklace of florets in multicolored stones and had begun to make long walks in the woods. It was anxious to regain its bird.
Only Gaston, the small Bourdon, from the visit in the spring, had noticed this strand of madness. This was not the madness of a flower messy, feisty and gloutonne. But that of a simmering flower, the imaginary foolish, to gently gesture clumsy, that bubbles to express the great day, without making too much glare, his smile and his thoughts to make the world a more wise. Crazy wisely without being madly wise. Drunk with a joyful madness that moves the world and smile on the face of the big bogyman, without overwriting the low, nor do mourn the innocent. Years the nest, three eggs to the shell bluish had made their appearance. Marie was radiant: she was going to have a family! The Swallow was spent in his neck and he had the honor of a detour by her hips prior to hatching. Marie was to eat healthily and was forcing a little on the seeds. She wanted to absolutely make a good impression to the chicks that would soon. One morning, sensing the outbreak and willing to offer to small A beautiful first image of life, she had decided to spend his day in the wood. Its pretty collar around the neck, some flowers Pitted in her hair, she had prepared sandwiches, the squeezed lemon and fruits, and was a party to walk. To celebrate the event, she had put his sandals Blue, of the exact color of its swallow. Days of grand soleil, splinters of gold on its dark dress, Flora dared simmer, of fear to blind its neighbors. But Gaston, him, fell under the charm. He was almost ashamed in him Contant Fleurette. And the days of the cockroach, when the sky grisaillait, Gaston came the see simply, for she tells stories.
Soon, Flora became famous in the whole region, it even made of the jealous among the flowers of the fields, more naughty. Bumble bees, bees, butterflies, ants and even aphids came tender their antennas to get drunk of stories crazy. They rebounding any slight swarming these seeds of magic words. Sometimes they forgot about the details, then they came fluttering with the storyteller. At this precise moment, he looked at her really, it also... Under the sun, tulips and Viktor admirèrent the blond hair of Marika who seemed to be part of the rural decor. And the little witch sarcastic murmured between its teeth: "This is the tulip woman! "Then the happiness flooded this small corner of the planet where reigned a harmony unusual. Has new inspected, turned, returned, examined, detailed under all the seams, I watched the seasoned eye of the lovers of shellfish. Where was I going to finish my uphill race? At the bottom of a garbage bag or under the spot of a magnificent shelf, ornament pearly finally unveiled. From 1890 and up to the First World War, subdivisions will be the successor to the outskirts of the station (Chelles-Gare in 1889, avenue Nast in 1890, the Union in 1891, Chelles again in 1899, domain in 1901…). At the same time was born the district of the Coudreaux with seven subdivisions which occur from 1896 to 1920. The flood of 1910 will affect Chelles of major way. In the first decade of the twentieth century, therefore appears the city "scattered" between the old center, the area of the station and the Coudreaux. Then, from 1913 begins the construction of the subdivision of Chantereine, new location away from the city center traditional, which will last until 1934. After the construction of the railway yard in 1924, an important working class city is realized from 1926. An important part of the natural spaces will be consumed during this period. The population will reach 14,000 inhabitants in 1936. - A snow storm! You had said that the weather was good, clear... You had said ! - Yes, Sophie... A snow storm... You see, it is as violent as a stroke of lightning, and you can die... Professor blushed. Embarrassed, he hesitates: - Say that... the rain it is... let us be precise... it is... or rather what are... this are... two voliphants who embrace and fall to the reverses. Another question? - And the arc-en-ciel then? Questioned Barthélémy. - Studies The Most studies have shown that the Rainbow was no other than the rain which had rebounded toward the sun. - The birds then, it is the big ladybirds who steal? Request Nina. - This is a hypothesis to which he must definitely wring the neck. Be reasonable my children, be logical. The whole world knows that the birds are of the strands of the rainbow. Dreamer, Maillol queries in his turn the teacher: - And the flowers, Professor Gibotin, and flowers... ?
- The flowers are the nests of birds which are formed toward the spring. Ms. Burnet: - A question which I torments since a very long time Teacher : What is the lotus? Professor responds a little underwhelmed. stabilized on the front-right arm. As long as it does not install on his face, Mary had decided to leave it to do. A few weeks had past, and find out where the Swallow had elected home had become a game, when one morning, in search of his bird, Marie had had to go to the obvious: his body was free of the blue ink. Saddened, she took the habit to remove a few seeds in his navel at the time to go to sleep and began to wait. It is at about this time that wild grass, the trees and the flowers have begun to push. By his feet, first, then along its arms and in her back. Very beautiful designs, all to the black ink, are developed on it.
Marie was to resemble a clearing, but it is not concerned about not; when she walked in the streets, scope by the nature that covered, she felt slight and happy. At the beginning, it hid the reasons which adorned his body, and then she decided to show proudly, the underlining in wearing earrings in the shape of birds and decorating her hair of fresh flowers. One evening she had spotted in one of the trees of his back that a nest is formed. She was sure that his Hirondelle was going to return. To make her happy, she had purchased a necklace of florets in multicolored stones and had begun to make long walks in the woods. It was anxious to regain its bird.
Only Gaston, the small Bourdon, from the visit in the spring, had noticed this strand of madness. This was not the madness of a flower messy, feisty and gloutonne. But that of a simmering flower, the imaginary foolish, to gently gesture clumsy, that bubbles to express the great day, without making too much glare, his smile and his thoughts to make the world a more wise. Crazy wisely without being madly wise. Drunk with a joyful madness that moves the world and smile on the face of the big bogyman, without overwriting the low, nor do mourn the innocent. Years the nest, three eggs to the shell bluish had made their appearance. Marie was radiant: she was going to have a family! The Swallow was spent in his neck and he had the honor of a detour by her hips prior to hatching. Marie was to eat healthily and was forcing a little on the seeds. She wanted to absolutely make a good impression to the chicks that would soon. One morning, sensing the outbreak and willing to offer to small A beautiful first image of life, she had decided to spend his day in the wood. Its pretty collar around the neck, some flowers Pitted in her hair, she had prepared sandwiches, the squeezed lemon and fruits, and was a party to walk. To celebrate the event, she had put his sandals Blue, of the exact color of its swallow. Days of grand soleil, splinters of gold on its dark dress, Flora dared simmer, of fear to blind its neighbors. But Gaston, him, fell under the charm. He was almost ashamed in him Contant Fleurette. And the days of the cockroach, when the sky grisaillait, Gaston came the see simply, for she tells stories. Soon, Flora became famous in the whole region, it even made of the jealous among the flowers of the fields, more naughty. Bumble bees, bees, butterflies, ants and even aphids came tender their antennas to get drunk of stories crazy. They rebounding any slight swarming these seeds of magic words. Sometimes they forgot about the details, then they came fluttering with the storyteller. At this precise moment, he looked at her really, it also... Under the sun, tulips and Viktor admirèrent the blond hair of Marika who seemed to be part of the rural decor. And the little witch sarcastic murmured between its teeth: "This is the tulip woman! "Then the happiness flooded this small corner of the planet where reigned a harmony unusual. Has new inspected, turned, returned, examined, detailed under all the seams, I watched the seasoned eye of the lovers of shellfish. Where was I going to finish my uphill race? At the bottom of a garbage bag or under the spot of a magnificent shelf, ornament pearly finally unveiled. From 1890 and up to the First World War, subdivisions will be the successor to the outskirts of the station (Chelles-Gare in 1889, avenue Nast in 1890, the Union in 1891, Chelles again in 1899, domain in 1901…). At the same time was born the district of the Coudreaux with seven subdivisions which occur from 1896 to 1920. The flood of 1910 will affect Chelles of major way. In the first decade of the twentieth century, therefore appears the city "scattered" between the old center, the area of the station and the Coudreaux. Then, from 1913 begins the construction of the subdivision of Chantereine, new location away from the city center traditional, which will last until 1934. After the construction of the railway yard in 1924, an important working class city is realized from 1926. An important part of the natural spaces will be consumed during this period. The population will reach 14,000 inhabitants in 1936. - A snow storm! You had said that the weather was good, clear... You had said ! - Yes, Sophie... A snow storm... You see, it is as violent as a stroke of lightning, and you can die...
Professor blushed. Embarrassed, he hesitates: - Say that... the rain it is... let us be precise... it is... or rather what are... this are... two voliphants who embrace and fall to the reverses. Another question? - And the arc-en-ciel then? Questioned Barthélémy. - Studies The Most studies have shown that the Rainbow was no other than the rain which had rebounded toward the sun. - The birds then, it is the big ladybirds who steal? Request Nina. - This is a hypothesis to which he must definitely wring the neck. Be reasonable my children, be logical. The whole world knows that the birds are of the strands of the rainbow. Dreamer, Maillol queries in his turn the teacher: - And the flowers, Professor Gibotin, and flowers... ? - The flowers are the nests of birds which are formed toward the spring. Ms. Burnet: - A question which I torments since a very long time Teacher : What is the lotus? Professor responds a little underwhelmed. stabilized on the front-right arm. As long as it does not install on his face, Mary had decided to leave it to do. A few weeks had past, and find out where the Swallow had elected home had become a game, when one morning, in search of his bird, Marie had had to go to the obvious: his body was free of the blue ink. Saddened, she took the habit to remove a few seeds in his navel at the time to go to sleep and began to wait. It is at about this time that wild grass, the trees and the flowers have begun to push. By his feet, first, then along its arms and in her back. Very beautiful designs, all to the black ink, are developed on it.
Marie was to resemble a clearing, but it is not concerned about not; when she walked in the streets, scope by the nature that covered, she felt slight and happy. At the beginning, it hid the reasons which adorned his body, and then she decided to show proudly, the underlining in wearing earrings in the shape of birds and decorating her hair of fresh flowers. One evening she had spotted in one of the trees of his back that a nest is formed. She was sure that his Hirondelle was going to return. To make her happy, she had purchased a necklace of florets in multicolored stones and had begun to make long walks in the woods. It was anxious to regain its bird.
Only Gaston, the small Bourdon, from the visit in the spring, had noticed this strand of madness. This was not the madness of a flower messy, feisty and gloutonne. But that of a simmering flower, the imaginary foolish, to gently gesture clumsy, that bubbles to express the great day, without making too much glare, his smile and his thoughts to make the world a more wise. Crazy wisely without being madly wise. Drunk with a joyful madness that moves the world and smile on the face of the big bogyman, without overwriting the low, nor do mourn the innocent. Years the nest, three eggs to the shell bluish had made their appearance. Marie was radiant: she was going to have a family! The Swallow was spent in his neck and he had the honor of a detour by her hips prior to hatching. Marie was to eat healthily and was forcing a little on the seeds. She wanted to absolutely make a good impression to the chicks that would soon. One morning, sensing the outbreak and willing to offer to small A beautiful first image of life, she had decided to spend his day in the wood. Its pretty collar around the neck, some flowers Pitted in her hair, she had prepared sandwiches, the squeezed lemon and fruits, and was a party to walk. To celebrate the event, she had put his sandals Blue, of the exact color of its swallow. Days of grand soleil, splinters of gold on its dark dress, Flora dared simmer, of fear to blind its neighbors. But Gaston, him, fell under the charm. He was almost ashamed in him Contant Fleurette. And the days of the cockroach, when the sky grisaillait, Gaston came the see simply, for she tells stories. Soon, Flora became famous in the whole region, it even made of the jealous among the flowers of the fields, more naughty. Bumble bees, bees, butterflies, ants and even aphids came tender their antennas to get drunk of stories crazy. They rebounding any slight swarming these seeds of magic words. Sometimes they forgot about the details, then they came fluttering with the storyteller. At this precise moment, he looked at her really, it also... Under the sun, tulips and Viktor admirèrent the blond hair of Marika who seemed to be part of the rural decor. And the little witch sarcastic murmured between its teeth: "This is the tulip woman! "Then the happiness flooded this small corner of the planet where reigned a harmony unusual. Has new inspected, turned, returned, examined, detailed under all the seams, I watched the seasoned eye of the lovers of shellfish. Where was I going to finish my uphill race? At the bottom of a garbage bag or under the spot of a magnificent shelf, ornament pearly finally unveiled. From 1890 and up to the First World War, subdivisions will be the successor to the outskirts of the station (Chelles-Gare in 1889, avenue Nast in 1890, the Union in 1891, Chelles again in 1899, domain in 1901…). At the same time was born the district of the Coudreaux with seven subdivisions which occur from 1896 to 1920. The flood of 1910 will affect Chelles of major way. In the first decade of the twentieth century, therefore appears the city "scattered" between the old center, the area of the station and the Coudreaux. Then, from 1913 begins the construction of the subdivision of Chantereine, new location away from the city center traditional, which will last until 1934. After the construction of the railway yard in 1924, an important working class city is realized from 1926. An important part of the natural spaces will be consumed during this period. The population will reach 14,000 inhabitants in 1936. - A snow storm! You had said that the weather was good, clear... You had said ! - Yes, Sophie... A snow storm... You see, it is as violent as a stroke of lightning, and you can die... Professor blushed. Embarrassed, he hesitates: - Say that... the rain it is... let us be precise... it is... or rather what are... this are... two voliphants who embrace and fall to the reverses. Another question? - And the arc-en-ciel then? Questioned Barthélémy. Studies The Most studies have shown that the Rainbow was no other than the rain which had rebounded toward the sun. - The birds then, it is the big ladybirds who steal? Request Nina. - This is a hypothesis to which he must definitely wring the neck. Be reasonable my children, be logical. The whole world knows that the birds are of the strands of the rainbow. Dreamer, Maillol queries in his turn the teacher: - And the flowers, Professor Gibotin, and flowers... ? - The flowers are the nests of birds which are formed toward the spring. Ms. Burnet:
- A question which I torments since a very long time Teacher : What is the lotus? Professor responds a little underwhelmed. stabilized on the front-right arm. As long as it does not install on his face, Mary had decided to leave it to do. A few weeks had past, and find out where the Swallow had elected home had become a game, when one morning, in search of his bird, Marie had had to go to the obvious: his body was free of the blue ink. Saddened, she took the habit to remove a few seeds in his navel at the time to go to sleep and began to wait. It is at about this time that wild grass, the trees and the flowers have begun to push. By his feet, first, then along its arms and in her back. Very beautiful designs, all to the black ink, are developed on it. Marie was to resemble a clearing, but it is not concerned about not; when she walked in the streets, scope by the nature that covered, she felt slight and happy. At the beginning, it hid the reasons which adorned his body, and then she decided to show proudly, the underlining in wearing earrings in the shape of birds and decorating her hair of fresh flowers. One evening she had spotted in one of the trees of his back that a nest is formed. She was sure that his Hirondelle was going to return. To make her happy, she had purchased a necklace of florets in multicolored stones and had begun to make long walks in the woods. It was anxious to regain its bird.
Only Gaston, the small Bourdon, from the visit in the spring, had noticed this strand of madness. This was not the madness of a flower messy, feisty and gloutonne. But that of a simmering flower, the imaginary foolish, to gently gesture clumsy, that bubbles to express the great day, without making too much glare, his smile and his thoughts to make the world a more wise. Crazy wisely without being madly wise. Drunk with a joyful madness that moves the world and smile on the face of the big bogyman, without overwriting the low, nor do mourn the innocent. Years the nest, three eggs to the shell bluish had made their appearance. Marie was radiant: she was going to have a family! The Swallow was spent in his neck and he had the honor of a detour by her hips prior to hatching. Marie was to eat healthily and was forcing a little on the seeds. She wanted to absolutely make a good impression to the chicks that would soon. One morning, sensing the outbreak and willing to offer to small A beautiful first image of life, she had decided to spend his day in the wood. Its pretty collar around the neck, some flowers Pitted in her hair, she had prepared sandwiches, the squeezed lemon and fruits, and was a party to walk. To celebrate the event, she had put his sandals Blue, of the exact color of its swallow. Days of grand soleil, splinters of gold on its dark dress, Flora dared simmer, of fear to blind its neighbors. But Gaston, him, fell under the charm. He was almost ashamed in him Contant Fleurette. And the days of the cockroach, when the sky grisaillait, Gaston came the see simply, for she tells stories. Soon, Flora became famous in the whole region, it even made of the jealous among the flowers of the fields, more naughty. Bumble bees, bees, butterflies, ants and even aphids came tender their antennas to get drunk of stories crazy.
They rebounding any slight swarming these seeds of magic words. Sometimes they forgot about the details, then they came fluttering with the storyteller. At this precise moment, he looked at her really, it also... Under the sun, tulips and Viktor admirèrent the blond hair of Marika who seemed to be part of the rural decor. And the little witch sarcastic murmured between its teeth: "This is the tulip woman! "Then the happiness flooded this small corner of the planet where reigned a harmony unusual. Has new inspected, turned, returned, examined, detailed under all the seams, I watched the seasoned eye of the lovers of shellfish. Where was I going to finish my uphill race? At the bottom of a garbage bag or under the spot of a magnificent shelf, ornament pearly finally unveiled.
From 1890 and up to the First World War, subdivisions will be the successor to the outskirts of the station (Chelles-Gare in 1889, avenue Nast in 1890, the Union in 1891, Chelles again in 1899, domain in 1901…). At the same time was born the district of the Coudreaux with seven subdivisions which occur from 1896 to 1920. The flood of 1910 will affect Chelles of major way. In the first decade of the twentieth century, therefore appears the city "scattered" between the old center, the area of the station and the Coudreaux. Then, from 1913 begins the construction of the subdivision of Chantereine, new location away from the city center traditional, which will last until 1934. After the construction of the railway yard in 1924, an important working class city is realized from 1926. An important part of the natural spaces will be consumed during this period. The population will reach 14,000 inhabitants in 1936. - A snow storm! You had said that the weather was good, clear... You had said !
- Yes, Sophie... A snow storm... You see, it is as violent as a stroke of lightning, and you can die... Professor blushed. Embarrassed, he hesitates: - Say that... the rain it is... let us be precise... it is... or rather what are... this are... two voliphants who embrace and fall to the reverses. Another question? - And the arc-en-ciel then? Questioned Barthélémy. - Studies The Most studies have shown that the Rainbow was no other than the rain which had rebounded toward the sun. - The birds then, it is the big ladybirds who steal? Request Nina. - This is a hypothesis to which he must definitely wring the neck. Be reasonable my children, be logical. The whole world knows that the birds are of the strands of the rainbow. Dreamer, Maillol queries in his turn the teacher:
- And the flowers, Professor Gibotin, and flowers... ? - The flowers are the nests of birds which are formed toward the spring. Ms. Burnet: - A question which I torments since a very long time Teacher : What is the lotus? Professor responds a little underwhelmed. stabilized on the front-right arm. As long as it does not install on his face, Mary had decided to leave it to do. A few weeks had past, and find out where the Swallow had elected home had become a game, when one morning, in search of his bird, Marie had had to go to the obvious: his body was free of the blue ink. Saddened, she took the habit to remove a few seeds in his navel at the time to go to sleep and began to wait. It is at about this time that wild grass, the trees and the flowers have begun to push. By his feet, first, then along its arms and in her back. Very beautiful designs, all to the black ink, are developed on it.
Marie was to resemble a clearing, but it is not concerned about not; when she walked in the streets, scope by the nature that covered, she felt slight and happy. At the beginning, it hid the reasons which adorned his body, and then she decided to show proudly, the underlining in wearing earrings in the shape of birds and decorating her hair of fresh flowers. One evening she had spotted in one of the trees of his back that a nest is formed. She was sure that his Hirondelle was going to return. To make her happy, she had purchased a necklace of florets in multicolored stones and had begun to make long walks in the woods. It was anxious to regain its bird. Only Gaston, the small Bourdon, from the visit in the spring, had noticed this strand of madness. This was not the madness of a flower messy, feisty and gloutonne. But that of a simmering flower, the imaginary foolish, to gently gesture clumsy, that bubbles to express the great day, without making too much glare, his smile and his thoughts to make the world a more wise. Crazy wisely without being madly wise. Drunk with a joyful madness that moves the world and smile on the face of the big bogyman, without overwriting the low, nor do mourn the innocent. Years the nest, three eggs to the shell bluish had made their appearance. Marie was radiant: she was going to have a family! The Swallow was spent in his neck and he had the honor of a detour by her hips prior to hatching. Marie was to eat healthily and was forcing a little on the seeds. She wanted to absolutely make a good impression to the chicks that would soon. One morning, sensing the outbreak and willing to offer to small A beautiful first image of life, she had decided to spend his day in the wood. Its pretty collar around the neck, some flowers Pitted in her hair, she had prepared sandwiches, the squeezed lemon and fruits, and was a party to walk. To celebrate the event, she had put his sandals Blue, of the exact color of its swallow. Days of grand soleil, splinters of gold on its dark dress, Flora dared simmer, of fear to blind its neighbors. But Gaston, him, fell under the charm. He was almost ashamed in him Contant Fleurette. And the days of the cockroach, when the sky grisaillait, Gaston came the see simply, for she tells stories. Soon, Flora became famous in the whole region, it even made of the jealous among the flowers of the fields, more naughty. Bumble bees, bees, butterflies, ants and even aphids came tender their antennas to get drunk of stories crazy. They rebounding any slight swarming these seeds of magic words. Sometimes they forgot about the details, then they came fluttering with the storyteller. At this precise moment, he looked at her really, it also... Under the sun, tulips and Viktor admirèrent the blond hair of Marika who seemed to be part of the rural decor. And the little witch sarcastic murmured between its teeth: "This is the tulip woman! "Then the happiness flooded this small corner of the planet where reigned a harmony unusual. Has new inspected, turned, returned, examined, detailed under all the seams, I watched the seasoned eye of the lovers of shellfish. Where was I going to finish my uphill race? At the bottom of a garbage bag or under the spot of a magnificent shelf, ornament pearly finally unveiled.
From 1890 and up to the First World War, subdivisions will be the successor to the outskirts of the station (Chelles-Gare in 1889, avenue Nast in 1890, the Union in 1891, Chelles again in 1899, domain in 1901…). At the same time was born the district of the Coudreaux with seven subdivisions which occur from 1896 to 1920. The flood of 1910 will affect Chelles of major way. In the first decade of the twentieth century, therefore appears the city "scattered" between the old center, the area of the station and the Coudreaux. Then, from 1913 begins the construction of the subdivision of Chantereine, new location away from the city center traditional, which will last until 1934. After the construction of the railway yard in 1924, an important working class city is realized from 1926. An important part of the natural spaces will be consumed during this period. The population will reach 14,000 inhabitants in 1936. - A snow storm! You had said that the weather was good, clear... You had said !
- Yes, Sophie... A snow storm... You see, it is as violent as a stroke of lightning, and you can die... Professor blushed. Embarrassed, he hesitates: - Say that... the rain it is... let us be precise... it is... or rather what are... this are... two voliphants who embrace and fall to the reverses. Another question? - And the arc-en-ciel then? Questioned Barthélémy. - Studies The Most studies have shown that the Rainbow was no other than the rain which had rebounded toward the sun. - The birds then, it is the big ladybirds who steal? Request Nina. - This is a hypothesis to which he must definitely wring the neck. Be reasonable my children, be logical. The whole world knows that the birds are of the strands of the rainbow. Dreamer, Maillol queries in his turn the teacher: - And the flowers, Professor Gibotin, and flowers... ?
- The flowers are the nests of birds which are formed toward the spring. Ms. Burnet: - A question which I torments since a very long time Teacher : What is the lotus? Professor responds a little underwhelmed.
Published on Wednesday, December 27 2017 by kamel ouati