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... beach on the side facing the sea . The first to use it had been Austrian soldiers during the Intervention , so this warm , cosy , secluded beach was known as ' Austria ' . It was further away from town than the wide beach of Langeron ...
... beach on the side facing the sea . The first to use it had been Austrian soldiers during the Intervention , so this warm , cosy , secluded beach was known as ' Austria ' . It was further away from town than the wide beach of Langeron ...
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... beach and had to be woken up at sunset . Years later , I read some of the entries in his Notebooks and ever since I can't get rid of the idea that they all came to him just then , in 1921 , on the Austrian beach . Here is one of them ...
... beach and had to be woken up at sunset . Years later , I read some of the entries in his Notebooks and ever since I can't get rid of the idea that they all came to him just then , in 1921 , on the Austrian beach . Here is one of them ...
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... beach . Time has worn away the biting sharpness of the sorrows and misfortunes of those days . Memory turns to them unwillingly . It prefers to see the brighter side and dwells on our rare joys . With the passing of the years they have ...
... beach . Time has worn away the biting sharpness of the sorrows and misfortunes of those days . Memory turns to them unwillingly . It prefers to see the brighter side and dwells on our rare joys . With the passing of the years they have ...
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