Sunday, August 20, 2006
Right before my eyes, all the time.
Wasn't until recently when I was pouring some balsamic vinegar from a decorative oil/vinegar bottle my younger sister gave me several years back that I realized the picture on the bottle was of
L'Abbaye de Notre-Dame de Sénanque, in Provence .
(Picture taken June 2005. Lavender not in bloom. Alas.)
Why'd it take me so long to make the connection?
posted by Sal Towse at 1:02 PM|
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L'Abbaye de Notre-Dame de Sénanque, in Provence .
(Picture taken June 2005. Lavender not in bloom. Alas.)
Why'd it take me so long to make the connection?
posted by Sal Towse at 1:02 PM|
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: views from the Hill
Bertold Brecht:
Everything changes. You can make
A fresh start with your final breath.
But what has happened has happened. And the water
You once poured into the wine cannot be
Drained off again.
Everything changes. You can make
A fresh start with your final breath.
But what has happened has happened. And the water
You once poured into the wine cannot be
Drained off again.
