Rachel Loden



They came to another grove of trees, where all the leaves were of gold.

L • O • L • A

What does she want?

Mischief-joy, the Germans call it, but really it is justice-joy withal.

Then she gave him a cloak, & said

As soon as you put that on you will become invisible.


from Whatever Lola Wants:

     Some Discrepancies Concerning the Life of Lola Montez

     Invisible Like Lola


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