Thursday, April 05, 2007

moments


The woman of every day, the one with her head held high and with a stony gait, did not arrive, but an old woman of supernatural beauty with a yellowed ermine cape, a crown of gilded cardboard, and the languid look of a person who wept in secret. - One Hundred Years of Solitude, Gabriel García Márquez

New York, NY

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At 4/10/07, 9:20 PM, Blogger Mia Lim said...

Where is it? Such a nice place!!!* :)

 

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