Les Tours de Vie

“ Like a flower, she blooms from the wood. Rooted in the earth; man and nature together bringing life. Oui.”

“ She shows her age, bien sur. But the lines are her character; her spirit; her wisdom.”

“ Un. Deux. Trois. Beautiful once; beautiful every time. We cannot get enough. She teases us. Ah!”

“ A sibling, perhaps, or a lover? Like the slender ankle of a teenage Parisian beauty blossoming. My heart aches. Ca suffit!”

“ She extends her shadow. The hand of friendship? Of love? But they will never touch; never meet. A love unrequited. Un domage, n’est-ce pas?”

“ We are blinded.”

“ He is short, yes, and ugly. But he is a tour de vie, and this giver of life through water watches over the fallen. Salut!”