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Wednesday, April 3, 2013

L'après-midi



I was already late. I was running up the stairs of the EQuad lobby and then, unexpectedly, someone started playing the piano.
The music surrounded me, captured me completely. I forgot I was in a rush and I felt a deep sense of peace. 


The pianist





Comptine d'un autre ètè, l'après-midi. Yann Tiersen
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