One Hundred Years of Solitude

In the shadows of her
house, the solitary widow
who at one time had been the
confidante of his repressed
loves and whose persistence
had saved his life was a
specter out of the past.
Encased in black down to her
knuckles, with her heart
turned to ash, she scarcely
knew anything about the war.
Colonel Aureliano Buendía
had the impression that the
phosphorescence of her bones