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fly over the atlantic to paris.
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abra is my soul sister.
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of course we still take the metro everywhere.
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paris is alive with desire.
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abra in the park.
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the coffee with cream is a staple for me.
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the famous medusa doors in the marais.
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the beginning of the magical paris ley lines at notre dame.
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my favorite fountain is the medici in the luxembourg gardens.
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the queen is enclosed in autumn in the luxembourg gardens.
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the famous cathedral.
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the mystical rose window of the cathedral.
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more of notre dame.
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a place to open our journals in st. germain.
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just hanging out in front a cafe.
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the deco metro stop near st. michel.
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my favorite american bookstore in paris.
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my brave guardian angel.
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island of my heart: st. louis.
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and your face becomes burnished with gold.
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the winged spirals are gold too.
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"sitting in a park in paris, france, reading the news and it sure looks bad . . . that was just a dream some of us had."
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the sweetest bird singing to me in the cluny.
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the tower rises above the city's pulse.
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the lion roars on a door in paris.
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the lady over the rounded door smiles with flowing hair.
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the geometrics of the arab institute.
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the spiral of life turning and turning in paris.
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the sundial on the cluny museum.
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a bridge in paris.
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the glass pyramid at the louvre--power center of the soul.
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the angel gabriel and the anunciation.
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quai from a boat ride on the seine.
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