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The most beautiful closing paragraph I have ever read



"There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of a person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always return to it no matter who we were or how it was changed or with what difficulties, or ease, it could be reached. Paris was always worth it and you received return for whatever you brought to it. But this is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy." (Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast, 1964)

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