Photographer's Note

Les deux frres s'ennuyaient.
Alors ils ont quitt la fort et sont all au sommet des collines pour rencontrer le ciel.
Ils voulaient tre seuls, tre libres, tre en paix.
Ils voulaient parler aux nuages qui changent si facilement de couleurs.
Ils voulaient savoir pourquoi ils ne connaissaient pas l'apesanteur.

Mais dans leur fuite, le petit dernier les avait suivi.
Lui, le petit frre casse pied, celui qui rle, celui qu'il faut sans cesse surveiller, celui dont on n'arrive jamais se sparer.

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The two brothers were bored.
Then they left the forest and went at the top of the hills to meet the sky.
They wanted to be alone, to be free, to be in peace. They wanted to speak with the clouds which change colors so easily.
They wanted to know why they did not know weightlessness.

But in their escape, the small last had followed them. He, the little brother breaks foot, him which rail, him which should unceasingly be supervised, him from which we are never able to separate.

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Additional Photos by Bertrand DEVIMEUX (devimeuxbe) Gold Star Critiquer/Gold Star Workshop Editor/Gold Note Writer [C: 5065 W: 200 N: 10960] (58557)
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