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“Of course, I had seen him around the neighborhood, dressed head to toe in his odd, androgynous fashion, his lithe figure clad in his customary white, his gentle face painted as fair as a flower in the afternoon sun. He seemed hopelessly out of place in the cement jungle of New York City; it was as if he had stepped through time itself and ended up here by accident--a white lily in the concrete, beauty and innocence among the ruins of decadance.”
― Lioness DeWinter