Lost Splendor

Past and present by an archives student and new Bostonian. @freifraufitz

“How the unforgettable faces of dusk would blend to her, the myriad footsteps, a thousand overtures, would blend to her footsteps; and there would be more drunkenness than wine in the softness of her eyes on his.”

—   This Side of Paradise, F. Scott Fitzgerald
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