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Books Along the Seine
They line the embankment,
Stacked atop one another
in a makeshift city,
Reflective of the one around them.
A breeze ruffles their feathers.
Together,
They huddle for warmth,
Upturned faces beholding the...
Stacked atop one another
in a makeshift city,
Reflective of the one around them.
A breeze ruffles their feathers.
Together,
They huddle for warmth,
Upturned faces beholding the...
