“An old-fashioned hotel in Normandy. January. Close to the sea. One street over from the Hôtel Flaubert. Peach, pear, fresh herbs, musk rose, lilac, Hedione. White musk, and vanilla. The name of the perfume is Petite chérie. It's heavy, this man's body. Nonetheless, I am writing this brief tale to stay there with Me a little longer."
SOLAR — Marie-Laure Dagoit
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