Like a centurion (or solider or monolith) standing guard over Paris the Eiffel tower protects it's people. In moonlight the steel shrinks into shadow. Parisians gaze up in wonder at the giants strength. Steel girders weave like snakes high in the sky. It's eye's never flinching staring past the Trocodaro into the horizon. I am the Iron Lady it screams.
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