It's not us, it's everything around us
>> Sunday, March 1, 2009
I'm in a place in my novel where if you put 18th century clothing on these two characters and put them in Nancy Storace's dressing room at the Burgtheater in Vienna in the late summer of 1786 it would fit perfectly.
The world is filled with such tragic stories of star-crossed lovers. The only things that change are the names, clothing, times, and places. The story remains the same.
2 comments:
And sometimes there's a happy ending, if we're patient and we're careful to learn from our mistakes. :^)
There certainly is...
:^*
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