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2. I see a bunch of children racing under the Eiffel tower. Their smiling faces show their happiness. They skip and dace for joy as they speed down the streets of Pairs. Their hair flies back in the wind and their arms swing out as they leap for joy.
I smell the children's smelly sweat.
I hear the sound of their foot steps as as the stampede charges past .
I taste the dust they kick up from their shoes flying by.
I feel the joy of the children's free sprits and youth.

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