| Literary Walk |
"Everything feels like a memory in a city when it snows. It goes all blurry around its edges, like even as it's happening it's already an old photograph. The whole world seems softer, gentler, quieter. And when New York is the city where it's snowing, it's more like the version that's suspended in my snow globe collection, where everything about it appears to be small and clean and pretty, and where anything feels possible."
Ashley Woodfolk, When You Were Everything
Ashley Woodfolk, When You Were Everything
