Category Archives: Emma Mitford

Milk and ocean.

Du rêve d’un bébé…

à la réalité de sa peau contre soi, de sa chaleur, de son odeur, de sa petite bouche, qui cherche, du lait qui vient et qui apaise, de cet amour immense, grand comme l’océan.

Dream again...

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“Once upon a time there was a girl who lived on the outskirts of the forest. She was lively and bright, and she wore a red cloak, for that way if she ever went astray she would always stand out against the trees and the bushes. As the years went by, and she became more woman than girl, she grew more and more beautiful.many men wanted her for their bride, but she turned them all down. None was good enough for her, for she was cleverer than every man she met and they presented no challenge to her.

Her grandmother lived in a cottage in the forest, and the girl would visit her often, bringing her baskets of bread and meat and staying with her for a time. While her grandmother slept, the girl would wander among the trees, tasting the wild berries and strange fruits of the woods. One day, as she walked in a dark grove, a wolf came.