#reconstruisons

«♙» If Gilbert was useful for one thing and that alone, it would be worrying.

And how he frets and fidgets at the base of the grand tree, that massive and mighty oak that towered above their heads as children. How many blissful afternoons did they pass in the shade of these leaves, rolling in the sweet grass entwined around its roots? Of course, the valet does not dare dwell upon such nostalgia so long as his mistress be so far above his head, scaling the branches like the careless young woman she is.