"What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died? That she was beautiful. And brilliant. That she loved Mozart and Bach. And the Beatles. A...
And then I did what I had never done in his presence, much less in his arms. I cried.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
And then I did what I had never done in his presence, much less in his arms. I cried.
