For I was looking for my city's treasure.
A city of gold and stone, Rio de Janeiro, whose inhabitants in the sun were six hundred thousand beggars. The city's treasure might be in one of the breaches in the rubble. But which one? That city was in need of a mapmaker.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
The Passion according to G.H. - pg. 99
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