Sur les bleus tendres des profondeurs de l’Oustaou, cet arbre mort posait ses lignes brisées.
Il était très beau en couleur. Mais encore plus beau en noir et blanc.
Ils avaient de belles couleurs, ces vélos posés contre le mur de la caserne de pompiers.
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