Derniere ballade de l'annee, pour m'ammener en beaute a la prochaine (d'annee) qui devrait etre plus terrienne que celle qui s'acheve. Ballade d'une annee a l'autre entre deux iles magiques, a travers la mer de Tasmanie, le detroit de Cook, thanksgiving, mon anniversaire, noel et le jour de l'an. De ces ecueils, le detroit de Cook sera sans doute le moins amer...
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Last "Ballad" of the year, that will take me to the next year, which should be more terrestrial than the current one. Ballad from one year to the other between two magical islands, across the Tasman sea, the Cook Strait, thanksgiving, my birthday, christmas and New Year. Of these ominous straits, Cook will probably be the least dire...
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