This is where my thoughts pool as a reservoir of miscellany and peculiarity. It's actually not my brain that's dripping -- it's my soul that's leaking.
It's really no big deal.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Ginastera and my reverie
Mid-morning in Argentina. The warm sunlight is lifting dew from violet blooms of the trumpet vine. The dew, going to mist, bids adieu to the petals: "Until tomorrow....."
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