I came across the sweetest and most peculiar thing. An extraordinary thing. A woman was found sleeping on a ledge above a doorway in a Brooklyn brownstone, wearing a wedding dress. She didn't respond when questioned in either English or Spanish and the only time she reacted to anything is when they tried to take away from her a wedding ring in a Tiffany's box.
It seems like a story waiting to happen. So beautiful and ephemeral and magical. The sweetest kind of mystery. The explanation takes so much of the magic out of it but doesn't it always? I like the mystery, the image of it, of innocent beauty asleep in an impossible place.
Today is also my father's birthday, so love and happiness to him. ^-^
It seems like a story waiting to happen. So beautiful and ephemeral and magical. The sweetest kind of mystery. The explanation takes so much of the magic out of it but doesn't it always? I like the mystery, the image of it, of innocent beauty asleep in an impossible place.
Today is also my father's birthday, so love and happiness to him. ^-^
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