The woman of every day, the one with her head held high and with a stony gait, did not arrive, but an old woman of supernatural beauty with a yellowed ermine cape, a crown of gilded cardboard, and the languid look of a person who wept in secret. Actually, ever since she had found it in Aureliano Segundo's trunks, Fernanda had put on the moth-eaten
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I can see her, in my mind. I think I can sketch her. I think I shall try, just from the bit you wrote there.
Neville
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That would be interesting to see.
- Padma
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I need a specific sort of colored pencil to be able to do it justice.
Nev
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- Padma
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This will certainly take longer that 'Nina the Ringmaster of Plants'
Neville
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