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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. ,
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. ,