Saturday, January 22, 2011
but there is no sound
"She has been a famous actress, I recognize her. The debris of a great star. Narrow lips. The face of a dedicated drinker. She constantly piles up her hair with her hands and then lets it fall. She laughs, but there is no sound. It’s all in silence—she is made out of yesterdays."
"A Sport and a Pastime," James Salter
[Damen Avenue above Haddon Street]
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- Ray Pride
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