"Which man could live without a fairy tale, without a little dream?" — Georges Méliès.
Up there, the summit shivers, the mountain is draped in its white coat, its lace collar in a morning scarf, embraces it with the love of winter’s warmth. Under its opaline lights, shines the rising star, the enchantment of the cold touches our hearts sensibly. (Françoise Sagon)
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