Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Paris
The city of romance. No one leaves Paris without falling in love with her and longing to be in her arms once again.
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And in the same field, it beholds, every hour, a picture which was never seen before,
and which shall never be seen again. - Ralph Waldo Emerson
and which shall never be seen again. - Ralph Waldo Emerson
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