One to reminisce 

Fall’s final breath in France last year. Remembering: kicking crispy leaves as we walked by Seine at Twilight. Empty streets, nearly eerie quiet. Lights dancing through the river’s gentle ripples. Breathing the chilled air deep into my body, too happy to be cold, too excited to sleep. Moonlight flickering over golden bridges locked in love, the tower glittering well into dawn. Perfect Paris. 

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