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(préambule : pas vraiment une nouvelle, plutôt une vision... )

It's early morning, the weather is cold and there's this fresh breeze coming from the ocean. We're walking on the shore, the sand is cool still, dark grey as the dawn is not here yet. It's a friendly talk, we even laugh, hell knows about what. Then he watches the ocean, steps towards it, then at the surface of it, his feet scarcely skimming the quiet waves. He turns to me with a smile for my astonishment, reaches out. I take his hand to join him above the cold waving frothy ocean, mesmerized by this weird walk, wondering why he does this, such a lovely gift to me to show me what he can do.

But it's not the last surprise, and I realize that while I was staring at him confused, the dawn came. I haven't noticed it, but the sky has turned from pale grey to a cold orange, slightly yellow, and there's a white disk behind the cloudy mist. The sun. The sun is there, and he's still by my side, smiling at me in the most delightful way, sharing the bliss that overwhelms my soul to watch him in this winter's dawn, and he now laughs like a child to the sky, as if he was just born, as if the past had no hold on him anymore. The light in him outshines the light of the sky, it's not only his beautiful smile that brings tears to my eyes, it's also that he let me share it...

I wish to whisper, 'thank you, my dear. Thanks for being.' But he knows.

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