A photograph from The Apartment window a few weeks ago, taken just minutes before 6:00 a.m. on a cold and beautiful and serene and memorable morning. Just then, within The Apartment itself, as illustrated in the art accompanying the exquisite music of the venerable Master Bach, time ceased to exist. Do you understand me? Really? Can you believe me?
Breakfast at Tiffany’s by Truman Capote
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Classics Club book 46 (1958) Breakfast at Tiffany’s by Truman Capote FROM
AMAZON’S BOOK DESCRIPTION: “Holly Golightly knows that nothing bad can ever
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3 comments:
What a truly beautiful picture this is! I especially love the wisp of smoke.. It imparts a certain amount of surreality to the whole scene. And yet, the the man walking towards the Square jolts one back to the present. Are his shoulders drooping or is it simply my imagination? Beautiful!
Feels awesome to hear from you, Fram! And I suddenly realize how much I missed reading you.. Come back home. Minnesota is lovely too, this time of the year..
I am very happy!!!:):):)
where in the world R U?
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