Gordon Parks Quote

The snow fell softly on the street. It muffled the sound. It sent people scurrying homeward, so the street was soon deserted, empty, quiet. And it could have been any street in the city, for the snow laid a delicate film over the sidewalk, over the brick of the tired, old buildings; gently obscuring the grime and the garbage and the ugliness.


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The snow fell softly on the street. It muffled the sound. It sent people scurrying homeward, so the street was soon deserted, empty, quiet. And it...

The snow fell softly on the street. It muffled the sound. It sent people scurrying homeward, so the street was soon deserted, empty, quiet. And it...

The snow fell softly on the street. It muffled the sound. It sent people scurrying homeward, so the street was soon deserted, empty, quiet. And it...

The snow fell softly on the street. It muffled the sound. It sent people scurrying homeward, so the street was soon deserted, empty, quiet. And it...