The Jewel of Harlem
The first time David Cohen saw Elena Washington's work, he thought someone had trapped moonlight in metal. It was October 1925, and he had wandered into the gallery on 135th Street by accident—taking shelter from a sudden rainstorm that turned the sidewalks of Harlem into rivers. The gallery was warm and smelled of coffee and pipe tobacco, and on a small table near the window sat a necklace...
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