New Orleans 2012: 7


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"...if you stay in it for any length of time, like anyplace else, a cafe becomes a world." ¸.•*´¨`♥ Marisa de los Santos |

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"They should tell you when you’re born: have a suitcase heart, be ready to travel." ¸.•*´¨`♥ Gabrielle Zevin |


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"Every time I tried to concentrate, my mind glided off, like a skater, into a large empty space, and pirouetted there, absently." ¸.•*´¨`♥ Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar |
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