{"id":10606,"date":"2011-11-23T05:25:36","date_gmt":"2011-11-23T04:25:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=10606"},"modified":"2011-12-02T02:09:21","modified_gmt":"2011-12-02T01:09:21","slug":"dans-la-lumiere","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=10606","title":{"rendered":"Dans la lumi\u00e8re."},"content":{"rendered":"

Moi il y a presque 9 mois j’ai fait un pas vers la lumi\u00e8re.
\nJ’ai pris la d\u00e9cision de me d\u00e9faire de ma part d’ombre,
\nD’oser soulever mon chapeau.<\/p>\n

Des moments de certitudes, puis de doutes,
\nDe peur, de trac, d’envie, d’impatience, de joie …<\/p>\n

De la vie. Celle que j’ai choisi.
\nIncertaine. Mais tellement plus belle.<\/p>\n

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Polaroid love by Erin ever after<\/a><\/p>\n

Des petits instants de bonheurs,
\nQue je vous dois.<\/p>\n

Comme celui o\u00f9 j’ai \u00e9crit ces quelques lignes,
\nPour vous dire MERCI pour d’avoir tant vot\u00e9,
\nPour mes petits indiens,<\/a> de les avoir fait GAGNER<\/a> ,
\nEt gr\u00e2ce \u00e0 vous, me permettre de signer mon premier stylisme photo.<\/p>\n

Et puis merci pour tous vos petits mots, ici, l\u00e0<\/a>, l\u00e0<\/a> et ailleurs,<\/p>\n

Amicalement, <\/strong><\/p>\n

Jane<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Et je suis ravie de partager mes petits indiens avec : Val<\/a>
\n<\/em><\/p>\n

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J’attends donc ton adresse et ta pr\u00e9f\u00e9rence (plaid ou coussin).<\/em><\/p>\n

Merci encore \u00e0 toutes et tous !<\/em><\/p>\n

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Moi il y a presque 9 mois j’ai fait un pas vers la lumi\u00e8re. J’ai pris la d\u00e9cision de me d\u00e9faire de ma part d’ombre, D’oser soulever mon chapeau. Des moments de certitudes, puis de doutes, De peur, de trac, d’envie, d’impatience, de joie … De la vie. Celle que j’ai choisi. Incertaine. Mais tellement […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[38],"tags":[396,229],"class_list":["post-10606","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mes-humeurs-et-concours","tag-pensees","tag-resultats"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-2L4","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10606","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10606"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10606\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10606"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10606"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10606"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}