Val d'Or
[en cours]


Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.


— Robert Frost, Nothing Gold Can Stay (1923)

Sud, 2015-2016 Sud, 2015-2016 Sud, 2015-2016