Report, if you have a problem with this page“ As the trees turned red, then white, then naked as pitchforks, Margot and Xiao Chen immersed themselves in several forests' worth of pages, and I watched, tortured, as brick after brick of a new development was laid on the wasteland of Midtown West like slabs of gold bullion. ”
Carolyn Jess-Cooke
From : The Guardian Angel's Journal
