Maud Neve

Ibiza. Bodies on the sand, a warm wind, an eternal sunshine, the chatter of crickets. A child’s eye, a women’s voice. She’s calling her mom, recalling: « Maud, four years old, eczema on the face, knees, arms… »

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Ibiza. Bodies on the sand, a warm wind, an eternal sunshine, the chatter of crickets. A child’s eye, a women’s voice. She’s calling her mom, recalling: « Maud, four years old, eczema on the face, knees, arms… »