France, Winter 1890
France was in turmoil. One after another, people were slaughtered like lambs for sacrifice. Every day she passed by a large street, people were screaming protests. She found solace in the sea. In her thoughts. She’d quit music, too-sixteen now, she was jobless, moneyless, homeless. She sat in front of the waves, thinking
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I SWEAR I WILL DO YUME'S. I SWEAR.
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