ROSE À PETITS POIS édition limitée but Fourchon is never chosen

but Fourchon is never chosen when it comes time to sit down at the table

the other unperturbed

Because what they don't know is that I have a volcano in my soul

The tree remains a constant presence in their lives

From giant mountains to the palace where a king once lived

ROSE À PETITS POIS édition limitée but Fourchon is never chosenWhen the weather is nice, Adle smiles, she whistles, she sings at the top of her lungs, she opens the windows and leaves the door open. But as soon as it rains, Adle stays indoors. She can't help it, she loses her enthusiasm. Rain is gray, cold, and dark. You can say all you want, argue as much as you can, but there's no point in arguing, Adle won't put a lock of her hair outside.