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Amber leaves gracefully churned in the brisk autumn air. One particularly beautiful leaf drew my attention as it drifted to the foot of Paris' freshly completed iron monument.
"Come Anastaise!" Père-père bellowed, interrupting my thoughts. The graceful tower seemed so steady and majestic. I spied Père-père, dodging through the enormous crowd toward his heartwarming arms. I glanced back to admire the Eiffel Tower's immense power, feeling isolated and weak in comparison.
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