Week Thirty One. The Forest Nymph.
On my return back to France I came across a girl so full of life and love. She was fearless, skated better than most teenage boys, jumped from bridges into the water bellow and always tried to cheat at card games!
She also had such a softness for nature, a true adventurous spirit. We climbed though the watery caves, ran through forests and built forts out of driftwood. This is just one of our adventures.
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