A hint, a smidgeon, a soupcon, a taste of mellow and melancholy days to come. A comforting time of reflection and awareness of what the seasons really mean. A time for Vivaldi and Mozart Piano Sonatas, flickering flames in the fireplace and dancing shadows on the walls.
Mae Clarke (Waterloo Bridge)
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She's remembered now, if at all, as "what's her name, the good- looking
blonde who got James Cagney's grapefruit in the kisser."
But for a couple of years...
1 day ago
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Very soothing indeed.
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