Zéphyrine, the bohemian with the wandering heart, had a very sin...


Zéphyrine, the bohemian with the wandering heart, had a very singular passion that made her shine in a very special light. Every morning, at sunrise, she would go to the banks of the sparkling rivers, her bare feet in the cool water, the breath of the wind caressing her face. For her, there was nothing more soothing than the gentle murmur of running water and the touch of small pebbles under her fingers. Her passion," she laughed, "was collecting little pebbles in the shape of vegetables. She swore that every river hid these colourful treasures, waiting to be discovered. For her, these strange pebbles were like little vegetables that had come from the underworld to keep her company on her travels. She collected them with care, cleaning them lovingly in the clear river water, transforming them into real treasures in her bohemian collection.

Zéphyrine, the bohemian with the wandering heart, had a very singular passion that made her shine in a very special light. Every morning, at sunrise, she would go to the banks of the sparkling rivers, her bare feet in the cool water, the breath of the wind caressing her face. For her, there was nothing more soothing than the gentle murmur of running water and the touch of small pebbles under her fingers. Her passion," she laughed, "was collecting little pebbles in the shape of vegetables. She swore that every river hid these colourful treasures, waiting to be discovered. For her, these strange pebbles were like little vegetables that had come from the underworld to keep her company on her travels. She collected them with care, cleaning them lovingly in the clear river water, transforming them into real treasures in her bohemian collection.

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