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Cafe de paris

Imagine... Paris 1999, the smoke of cigarettes, the smell of fresh coffee, the usual chit chat, high heels on the pavement, fried eggs, the smell of bread, bustling streets, books on the table, observing everything around you and writing it down, the first sun hits you and you know you are alive.

The sublime manifested in the small pleasures of life. 

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