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A morning made with poetry and swirling milk, in coffee sipped, while paris wakes, the words she read in dawn’s pale light how butter melts on warm croissants.
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A morning made with poetry and swirling milk, in coffee sipped, while paris wakes, the words she read in dawn’s pale light how butter melts on warm croissants.
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