“New Year's Eve. It's a promise of a night. Single, married or widowed, in love, loveless or lovelorn, we all leave our apartments and pick through snow in high heels, or descend subway stairs in tuxedos, lured to wherever we're going--whether we know it or not, would deny it or not--by the kiss of a stranger.” KnowsYearsNightPromiseKissingMarriedPicksStrangerDenySnowNew YearHeelsApartmentStairsSubwayHigh HeelsNew Years EveLovelessTuxedosWidowed Author:Jardine Libaire
