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25 April 2007, Wednesday. Rolling sky, chilly winds off the bay. Open stretches of blue. Jill. A day for sailing. Last night: B's return, from New York. Small round roll of mazoinos--challah bread made with apple juice for the simpler blessing. Plane of ethics, plane of social relations--experience, that is. The navigators--a compass and a pirate sword. Or a painter's brush. In the afternoon, Chavela Vargas, again, with Antonio Bribiesca. México puro. At once classical and yet so local. Told story of the gaucho shirt--pink and gray--with two ties in front. Image of the islands--the Caribbean--someone else's freedom--maybe our own...
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