The Poetess 

​PARIS - DAWN

The city of Paris awakens under a canopy of soft, ethereal light. The Eiffel Tower stands majestically in the distance, its iron latticework silhouetted against the pastel hues of the morning sky. The camera pans gracefully down to the cobblestone streets below, capturing the serene beauty of a city still in slumber.

A lone figure, a young poetess in a long, tailored coat, strides purposefully through the quiet streets. Her breath forms faint clouds in the crisp February air as she clutches a letter tightly in her gloved hand. The gentle clatter of a horse-drawn carriage echoes in the stillness, a reminder of the city's timeless charm.

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Pausing beneath a streetlamp, its warm glow casting a golden halo around her, the poetess gazes up at the sky, her eyes seeking inspiration from the heavens above.

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​PARISIAN CAFÉ - MORNING

Inside a quaint Parisian café, the atmosphere is cozy and intimate. The walls are adorned with Impressionist paintings, their vibrant colors muted in the dim light. Patrons sit at small round tables, sipping coffee and engaging in hushed conversations.

The poetess enters, the door's bell tinkling softly as she steps in from the cold. She removes her hat, revealing a mop of unruly, beautiful brunette hair, and scans the room with thoughtful eyes. A pianist in the corner plays a gentle melody, the notes weaving through the air like a delicate tapestry.

Taking a seat by the window, the poetess orders a café au lait from a passing waiter. She unfolds the letter, her eyes skimming the elegant script, and a faint smile tugs at her lips as she reads the words of gratitude and admiration.

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​POETESS'S APARTMENT - DAY

Sunlight streams through the window of the poetess's modest art deco apartment, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The room is a testament to her creative chaos, cluttered with books and papers. Vintage gowns, a camera, hat boxes, and heel shoes are scattered about, alongside a Tamara de Lempicka painting.

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She sits at a small writing desk, the letter now resting beside an open notebook filled with scribbled verses. Her pen scratches softly against the paper as she writes with fervor, the room filled with the sound of a ticking clock and the distant murmur of city life outside.

A piano and violin sit in a corner, silent witnesses to her creative process. Her brow furrows in concentration, her fingers stained with ink as she pours her soul onto the page. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and the faint aroma of a beautiful eau du perfume that sits at her vanity.

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GRAND SALON - EVENING

In a grand salon, an elegant gathering of artists and intellectuals takes place. The room is opulent, with high ceilings and chandeliers that sparkle like constellations. Laughter and animated discussions fill the air, accompanied by the clinking of glasses.

The poetess stands at the edge of the room, observing the scene with a mixture of awe and trepidation. A distinguished gentleman approaches her with a warm smile.

GENTLEMAN Your verses have touched many.

The poetess blushes, her humility apparent as she responds.

POETESS I am honored that they have found a place in your thoughts.

The gentleman nods, gesturing towards the crowd.

GENTLEMAN Join us, share your wisdom.

The poetess hesitates, then steps forward, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement as she prepares to share her work with the world.

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