We come to this small suburb tucked at the warm edge of the western French Alps, under a geographical formation seen in the photograph background known as the 'Tooth of Crolles,' to visit Virgile's family.
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| On the concrete where he learned to ride a bike, he walks here again after many years of absence. |
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| (Clouds blue skies mountains trees grass houses windows roofs solar panels) |
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| A backyard of roses and a view |
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| Even in such a small town, inhabitants navigate by motor vehicles. |
From the valley, we see waterfall. We walk towards the green to find the location of its landing.
Winds blow water to us, naked,
looking up at a sky of blue and liquid and skydivers
jumping from the mountain peak
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