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Paris
Paris lies in reflections, Paris drifts along.
I love sitting at a café on Île Saint-Louis at sunset, the sunlight brushing my face, and her gentle smile.
Sofia
Being a Parisian, is not about being born in Paris, it is about being reborn there.
Paris teaches me: the real freedom is having a little more than desire.
He plays the violin on Pont Neuf,
she sings Fly Me to the Moon beside him.
I raise my phone across the way, marking Mid-Autumn Festival far across the globe.
One sunset day at my longtime residence in Paris
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