This world to her was but a tragic play.
She came, saw, dislik'd, and passed away.
-----Inscription on a girl's tomb, Southwark Cathedral, London
Restoration of the Salon de Diane
3 hours ago
Memory is fleeting. And so we try to capture the past and the present. A face in a crowd, the light of the moon. Things one cannot hold on to.
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