The Eiffel Tower, Paris. 2012 Summer
"With so many trees in the city, you could see the Spring coming each day until a night of warm wind would bring it suddenly in one morning. Sometimes the heavy cold rains would beat it back so that it would seem that it would never come and that you were losing a season out of your life. [...] When the cold rains kept on and killed the Spring, it was as though a young person had died for no reason."
A Moveable Feast
Ernest Hemingway
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