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Elle emplissait les filets d'Yvon de bars et de lieux, de crabes et d'encornets... Chaque jour il revenait avec une pêche miraculeuse. Mais ses sœurs prirent ombrage de son bonheur, et elles lui demandèrent de choisir entre son existence terrestre et la mer.
Date de cette photo: 24 novembre 2011
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