Maison Masarin

« She was like that. A whirlwind of emotions.
She left behind her a mess that was uniquely hers. An absolute trust in life, in love. This love for life that earned her many nights outside. Inside, everything was blurry. With clarity, she moved forward. Her bed as her best friend, her mirror her worst enemy. She was beautiful, though. She cried sometimes, her pillows soaking up her tears. She would wrap herself in her duvet to find refuge. Her haven will always be her home, no matter the storm »

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