A hundred years from now, someone else will be standing here. Here on the
bridge opposite the Seine, fixated on the grandeur of the Eiffel Tower
illuminated ahead.
A hundred years from now, someone else will be reveling in his or her very
existence, awed by the brilliancy of mankind, silenced by the enormity of the
monument, inspired by the layers of history the tower has come to represent.
A hundred years from now and the Eiffel Tower remains, grazing the night
sky, the city's onlooker as the years of its motherland fold by.
A hundred years from
now and this-- the city, the
Eiffel Tower, the beauty-- this, will all still be here. Here, long past
the time you and I ever stood here thinking just the same,
a hundred years from
now.
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