“again, only to groan, tear away from the illuminated buildings, and head into the blackness once more. Each stop was a luminescent island in the dark. The boat was a needle, threading the glowing pearls of an enormous necklace. Did… — Christine Evelyn Volker Copy Share Image
“again, only to groan, tear away from the illuminated buildings, and head into the blackness once more. Each stop was a luminescent island in… — Christine Evelyn Volker Copy Share Image
“Alongside the favored palazzos lurked their dark, ignored sisters, the city’s abandoned children, tilting into muddy solitude from which they could never be extracted.” — Christine Evelyn Volker Copy Share Image
