"...The autumn leaves blew over the moonlit pavement in such a way as
to make the girl who was moving there seem fixed to a sliding walk ...
her face was slender and milk-white, and in it was a kind of
gentle hunger that touched over everything with tireless curiosity."
~Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

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TEA & CIGARETTES
DESERTDRAGON
THE TANGO ROOM
 

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