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A group of old friends gather to scatter the ashes of a husband, a father, a friend in a place where present is confronted to the past. As if wasn’t flying, as if past and present were united. |
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A group of old friends gather to scatter the ashes of a husband, a father, a friend in a place where present is confronted to the past. As if wasn’t flying, as if past and present were united. |
