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Sunday, March 25, 2012

sweet dates, honey, pomegranate, almonds & camus

“A liquid morning rose, dazzling, over the pure sea. From the sky, fresh as a rose, washed and rewashed by the waters, reduced by each successive laundering to its most delicate and clearest texture, a quivering light fell, endowing each house, each tree, with a palpable shape and a magic newness. The earth must have risen in just such a light the morning the world was born.”
– Albert Camus, from Lyrical and Critical Essays

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