An evening lasted evenly under the flow of the Seine...
A reflection projected the underwater onto the flying bridge. Cars passed by. Lightening the curtain of an opera stage, there were distinct lamps of the good times, independent and silent. It was a paradox, a mirror separated the antipodes. The twilight sang a good era. Caught a star and you felt the warmth of your hands. Turning around, it was the second half of the waltz. It rained, and the rainy air smoked. It was an extension of the dreamy land. I put the enlightenment into the glass of wine. It dissolved.
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