“He lifted me up and held me close against him, my head on his shoulder. At that moment I loved him. In the morning light he was as golden, as soft, as gentle as myself, and he would protect me.”

Françoise Sagan

Francoise Sagan - “He lifted me up and held me close...” 1

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