Sisters Doing It For Themselves.
August 3rd 2014 Once you went in, you never came out. Santa Catalina, a pretty prison, but a prison nonetheless.
Painted letters over the entrance to the first courtyard, urge SILENCE, yet noise from the city surrounds you, the cries of street vendors, the clop of horses hooves, the hum of voices, the sound of life. There are forty-foot-high walls, but your prison is open to the air; you are separated from, bu
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