Je m'appelle Cendre
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Bouvet Island
November 7, 2012
I still remember when I first saw the little boy's face through the window, he was standing gloomily in the rain in the cold and wet yard for a while, being unconscious that drops of rain was striking his face. The little 5 to 6-year-old boy, pale and thin, with dark eyes, was staring into the sky. His cheeks seemed sunken and his eyes were lost. Approximately fifteen minutes later, he somehow suddenly slipped away and disappeared into the rain. Months went by. The face never reappeared in my grandma’s yard.Somehow I miss him so much even though I had never seen him and we did not have even one conversation....(PS:Hello,I am very glad to share my story with you and talk with you.I major in English and French, so you may leave me message in English and French. Welcome to leave your comments here for better communication with me. I will reply you soon.Sincerely.Thanks a lot~ )
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