“Madame Olga began muttering something under her breath in gypsy to the effect of "Fucking debutantes, they do not understand the sacredness of the moment." But everyone in the room just thought this was part of her gypsy spirit chant.” — Amy Ephron Copy Share Image
“Storms, those whirlwinds and symphonies in the sky, nourish her midnight soul and comfort her gypsy spirit. Those tempests amplify the starlight in her eyes, the moonbeams in her veins.” — Melody Lee Copy Share Image
