An ash-gray dog with a white blaze on its forehead burst onto the rough terrain of the market on the first Sunday in December, knocked down tables of fried food, overturned Indians' stalls and lottery kiosks, and bit four people… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
“We started out as five people whose lives just happened to cross paths. By the end of the summer we were family” — J.C. Lucas Copy Share Image
