Sunday postcard from… Paris

Hello friend,

do you remember the sunset over the city, the counting of seconds and the drowsy metro ride home? Can you still close your eyes and smell the crisp air? If you try hard enough, we can be back up there on the hill overlooking the city as it slowly lays herself to sleep. We had been in love before, but that night we fell in love the second time.
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