Life in the City of Angels: The Old Man and the Street

Old ManHe looked at the sky and saw the white cumulus built like friendly piles of ice cream and high above were the thin feathers of the cirrus against the high September sky. “If the others heard me talking out loud they would think that I am crazy. But since I am not, I do not care.” ― Ernest Hemingway

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