La langue préférée configurée pour votre navigateur semble être le français. 
The prefered language configured on your web browser seems to be English. You sneaked into my life
Florence, and I’m so happy,
Like the moon in my sky
You are part of my essential.
I sneaked into your life
As I was lost in Syldavia.
Surreptitiously, easily,
Love crouched inside our hearts.
Our two worlds, so different
Our minds a little wandering
Life is not always so bright
But may love be our prose.
Florence should have spent a lot of time yesterday night to completely clean the wooden floor. It was Sunday. We had to go Saint Martin Church, this beautiful building with its bell tower from the Brie region, classified 12th century Historical Monument. It was here Florence came to me, where we had received the sacrament of marriage from the hands of the Franciscan AG Hamman, a great specialist of the “Fathers of Church” and a friend of my dad. It was here my boys had been baptized. We were –nowadays– so lucky to live a few miles away from there. We had almost the impression the bell tower was at the end of pour garden, behind our hut.
Since I was back, I had never stopped thinking about going there.
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