La marée est haute ou la marée est basse. Quelquefois la marée s'arrête simplement. Je me demande pourquoi je me suis arrêté ?
Human nature
The tide is high or the tide is low. Sometimes the tide simply stops. I wonder why I stopped ?
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Oh, my …
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C'est trop marrant, nos posts se ressemblent aujourd'hui!
That top one is a stunning photo. It is. However, did you annoy her, M. Benaut with your lens?......is that a knife she's carrying? brrrRRRR!
It was a small gardening spade/trowel. She was using it to dig in the sand for cockles to be used as fishing bait.
As you may have guessed, I was a considerable distance away !
You're baaaaadddd!
Dry country, fat people. Cherchez l'erreur.
Le pays peut être sec, Nathalie, mais il y aura toujours de la bière, pour boire !
You think I'm bad, Michael. You were not THERE !!!
When you get here, you'll get the hang of it too.
You will also see the shots that I didn't post.
Then we will see who's bad !!
Marie,
Any day of the week, I would prefer your Sheelah to my Sheila. I think that mine would be chucked out of Palavas-les-Flots, Louisville and the whole of Kentucky.
Maria and Dive. I can only agree with you; - ça va sans dire.
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