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Monic (17) and Laure (16) in Thakhek, Laos 1966 and together again in Normandie, France 2010

 Riad and Laure, OASIS Reunion, Paris/France October 2010
Laure (Patrick) Riad @ the ferry at Rosso, Mauritania/Senegal Border 1980

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