RWS 86

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Day 86, last day at the RWS. This number - 86 - which at first frightened me by its size, no longer has the same taste today. On July 30, I announced my resignation from the project. 86 has suddenly become 45. 45 days is already long. So much has happened in 45 days, so what about the other 41? This is the question I ask myself while going to Bienne to find the Collective. I am curious, lived, felt since I left. But when I meet my friends, there is no question of talking about work or experience. The hour is at the celebration, the last day of it is celebrating! I find that everyone is tired, and divided between the joy of going home, and the apprehension of leaving this mystical place also become home. Grace will stay so much faster than it is. Delphine also seems to want to take a little more this summer adventure that has brought a lot of beautiful encounters. Jean-Pierre Rochat, who is affectionately following all of you ... wandering, one last nap. But also, special attention is reserved for me. Bienne and I are angry and Yves watches over me to make sure we can tolerate another last night. It does not matter which way it is endowed and I am reassured to feel an ally in this place which has become foreign and hostile to me. The evening for me will end early. The next day, I wake up before the others and go for a walk along the Suze. The softness of the morning light and the calm waters calm me down. I remember the first walks we did at the beginning of the adventure and the Biel I saw then. This last walk was a cordial, even affectionate, goodbye. Jean-Pierre Rochat, who is affectionately following all of you ... wandering, one last nap. But also, special attention is reserved for me. Bienne and I are angry and Yves watches over me to make sure we can tolerate another last night. It does not matter which way it is endowed and I am reassured to feel an ally in this place which has become foreign and hostile to me. The evening for me will end early. The next day, I wake up before the others and go for a walk along the Suze. The softness of the morning light and the calm waters calm me down. I remember the first walks we did at the beginning of the adventure and the Biel I saw then. This last walk was a cordial, even affectionate, goodbye. Jean-Pierre Rochat, who is affectionately following all of you ... wandering, one last nap. But also, special attention is reserved for me. Bienne and I are angry and Yves watches over me to make sure we can tolerate another last night. It does not matter which way it is endowed and I am reassured to feel an ally in this place which has become foreign and hostile to me. The evening for me will end early. The next day, I wake up before the others and go for a walk along the Suze. The softness of the morning light and the calm waters calm me down. I remember the first walks we did at the beginning of the adventure and the Biel I saw then. This last walk was a cordial, even affectionate, goodbye. Bienne and I are angry and Yves watches over me to make sure we can tolerate another last night. It does not matter which way it is endowed and I am reassured to feel an ally in this place which has become foreign and hostile to me. The evening for me will end early. The next day, I wake up before the others and go for a walk along the Suze. The softness of the morning light and the calm waters calm me down. I remember the first walks we did at the beginning of the adventure and the Biel I saw then. This last walk was a cordial, even affectionate, goodbye. Bienne and I are angry and Yves watches over me to make sure we can tolerate another last night. It does not matter which way it is endowed and I am reassured to feel an ally in this place which has become foreign and hostile to me. The evening for me will end early. The next day, I wake up before the others and go for a walk along the Suze. The softness of the morning light and the calm waters calm me down. I remember the first walks we did at the beginning of the adventure and the Biel I saw then. This last walk was a cordial, even affectionate, goodbye. I wake up before the others and go for a walk along the Suze. The softness of the morning light and the calm waters calm me down. I remember the first walks we did at the beginning of the adventure and the Biel I saw then. This last walk was a cordial, even affectionate, goodbye. I wake up before the others and go for a walk along the Suze. The softness of the morning light and the calm waters calm me down. I remember the first walks we did at the beginning of the adventure and the Biel I saw then. This last walk was a cordial, even affectionate, goodbye. I wake up before the others and go for a walk along the Suze. The softness of the morning light and the calm waters calm me down. I remember the first walks we did at the beginning of the adventure and the Biel I saw then. This last walk was a cordial, even affectionate, goodbye. I wake up before the others and go for a walk along the Suze. The softness of the morning light and the calm waters calm me down. I remember the first walks we did at the beginning of the adventure and the Biel I saw then. This last walk was a cordial, even affectionate, goodbye.

By Lore

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Collectif Dandelion