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One brisk
January evening, Nanette and I were enjoying a
romantic ride in a hansom cab through New York's
Central Park. As we rounded a brightly lit bend,
the cabby stopped and announced, "There she is,
Wollman Rink." The next day I returned to the newly
restored ice rink and was delighted with the bustle
and noise of dozens of skaters dipping and gliding
on the ice. A light snow all but obscured the
silhouette of the famous Plaza Hotel. I decided to
paint a nostalgic view of this winter scene.
— Thomas
Kinkade
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