A man and a woman have lived and loved each other for twenty years in the same landscape.
They are part of the plain of central France where they were born - its fields, its trees, the cathedral tower in the distance.
In the morning and evening, the sky enters their room, the parquet floor of which runs to the meadow.
This setting is far from resembling the verdant garden of the first man and the first woman, yet it is haunted by a dream of original harmony and steeped in ancient memories - their childish laughter in the snow that once returned every winter, the ringing of the now dried up stream.
The tension accumulated since the beginning of the story does not fall, it rebounds: will man survive these deadly doses of venom?
Because, for years, great unusual heat has inflected the forms, gradually modified the aspect of the landscape.
It's imperceptible, but when they look together at the photographs he has taken over time, they see that the sepia tones are winning.
He, whose job is to prune trees and decipher them like a book, feels that something is happening.
The world is dying
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