New Orleans

The sky really does turn violet; the sunsets really can be blood red, and the cicadas really do sing. I’ve described it many times in my books. But as you walk through the streets, you can be oppressed by so much that is worn at the edges and broken. But that is also the beauty of it.” – Anne Rice

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