I've seen you, beauty, and you belong to me now, whoever you are waiting for and if I never see you again, I thought. You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.
Related Authors: Ernest Hemingway
Related Topics: a-moveable-feast, love, paris, writing
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