., la même histoire

[paris]

S_{carves against the pale of skin, slender fingers slipping through warm gloves, and crisp colors enveloping the falling leaves. The earthquake of September 6th has left its mark on the beautiful city, and the people within it. But it cannot harm them any longer, for change is in the air and everyone can taste its temptation...}

T_{heir whispers embrace the air on parted breath. Can't you feel their sentiments lingering against the warmth of your own skin?}

T_{heir experiences are different but the stories are the same. Love and friendship hang heavy in the cool air. Warm embraces are held, but the frost is fast approaching.}

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<sub>On vit au jour le jour
Nos envies, nos amours
On s’en va sans savoir
On est toujours
Dans la même histoire...

We live from day to day
Our desires, our loves
It goes without knowing
In the same story...</sub>