So, if a city has a personality, maybe it also has a soul. Maybe it dreams.

“She does not know where any tale waitsbefore it's told. (No more do I.) But for…”

“La Libertad — bramó Wednesday — es una ramera con la que hay que acostarse sobr…”

“Stories are like spiders, with all they long legs, and stories are like spiderw…”

“My bed was pushed up hard against the wall just below the window. I loved to sl…”