Park of Mouscron I

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December 2012

Everything has a beginning.
And everything has an end. Sadly...
Even if my memory plays tricks since some time, there are things engraved in me that will never fade.
My first memories, I forged here, in this park, on this bench. These are good memories.
As just a child, I did not know anything about life yet. I would have preferred to stay at this point.
All I knew was that I loved grenadine with a little lemon syrup. It's been too long since I've drunk it.
Fucking memory...

Pictures

Park of Mouscron I

 

Park of Mouscron I

 

Park of Mouscron I

 

Park of Mouscron I

 

Park of Mouscron I

 

Park of Mouscron I

 

Park of Mouscron I

 

Park of Mouscron I

 

Park of Mouscron I

 

Park of Mouscron I

 

Park of Mouscron I

 

Park of Mouscron I

 

Park of Mouscron I

 

Park of Mouscron I

 

Park of Mouscron I

My bench.

Park of Mouscron I

 

Park of Mouscron I

 

Park of Mouscron I

 

Park of Mouscron I

Without passion, this park is no longer a soulless ruin...



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