The past lingers in black and white, not painted with fingers but conjured with light. Fairy-tale turrets once decked with streaming pennants transformed by time into a wreck; now they have only sheep as tenants. But conjured with light, not painted with fingers, in black and white the past lingers. Kim M. Russell, 26th May […]
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