agnesdeer: no existen los milagros
agnesdeer: capital del reino
agnesdeer: estoy mirándote desde madrid
agnesdeer: el cielo sin estrellas de madrid
agnesdeer: the station was full of soldiers
agnesdeer: in perpetual preference to all others
agnesdeer: bound to my station
agnesdeer: god save the king
agnesdeer: i have got an appointment with him to meet him in the evening at the station
agnesdeer: the land of promise
agnesdeer: from here on, there’s no use forbidding me anything
agnesdeer: the freedom of action and attitude
agnesdeer: the duties of the wind are few
agnesdeer: stand back
agnesdeer: tell him what you told me, rose
agnesdeer: los que te guían te descarrían
agnesdeer: "that’s spanish - from miguel de cervantes"
agnesdeer: melissa
agnesdeer: art makes you restless, dissatisfied
agnesdeer: when i'd speak of artistry you would roll your eyes skyward
agnesdeer: taking exercise and art classes
agnesdeer: you’re dressed like an artist ... but you're not an artist
agnesdeer: he will be in the garden lying along the stone rim of the fountain
agnesdeer: an artist applauding other artists
agnesdeer: miró poster collector
agnesdeer: the fountains, gardens, walks, avenues, and groves were all disposed with exact judgment and taste
agnesdeer: the drying up of every spring and fountain in her young heart
agnesdeer: bathing birds
agnesdeer: blue sky
agnesdeer: whenever they checked out of a hotel she always packed the towels