"Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end." --- Gabriel Garcia Marquez (1927-2014)
The best way to pay tribute to a writer is by reading his books. I had just finished reading Marquez's "One Hundred Years of Solitude" when he passed away to his own realm of magic realism. Reading the pages of the book was like riding a roiling wave which touched two worlds of reality and fantasy thru its crests and troughs. Look up and you can see the invisible gossamer separating the worlds.
The best way to pay tribute to a writer is by reading his books. I had just finished reading Marquez's "One Hundred Years of Solitude" when he passed away to his own realm of magic realism. Reading the pages of the book was like riding a roiling wave which touched two worlds of reality and fantasy thru its crests and troughs. Look up and you can see the invisible gossamer separating the worlds.
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