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September 26, 2011 |
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An excerpt of the quiet ways of Zola (read all with link):
No one knew that Zola Piccolo had died that rainy spring morning in the village of
Bergamo. There were no reports in the local paper, or mourners to carry her body to the
place she was born. She had returned from Spain many years earlier, forgot that she existed
and slowly disappeared, becoming more transparent with each quiet...