Daniel Jouvance

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Just cinnamon and Moroccan rose … Meanwhile, peach juice flows like nectar over your gray mood, a little balm for your battered soul, whose bittersweet tears are soaked up and carried away by the spicy plum mist, to distant lands where...

Standing by the sea. Closing my eyes: In the distance, a seagull's cry. Saltwater. A distant tropical fruit vendor. The fleeting, intense smell of alcohol from a vagrant. Cough drops. Wind on the skin. Then - gone. A brief moment...