Every sunset brings the promise of a new tomorrow.
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Then, at last, Madeleine’s luck turned. She came across Montmartre.
With its windmills, its clear air and the old-fashioned, village feel of
its higgledy-piggledy houses perched on a slope.... - Catherine Hewitt, Renoir's Dancer: The Secret Life of Suzanne Valadon
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