The horizon promises to the helichrysum that they will meet again tomorrow. A mutual shift in their individuality.
The girls go down the cliff, their toes pushing against the point of the shoes; in the meanwhile, the sea appears. On the flat and hidden Lucaise’s rock, they take off the skirts as flags in the wind jumping into the sea in a bombazzaaaa dive!
You had just a few months; you didn’t know the density of the water, though you already smiled listening to those words.