13 March 2009. Wavering gray clouds, moments of sun, an insistent golden light from the east...
La Tempesta, Giorgione's standing figure, in attendence always, their lives intertwined in some unknowable way...
Her billowing hair, pre-Raphaelite frizz, long fingers, poise.
Oh don't you remember in yonder town
when we were at the tavern
I raised a health to the ladies round,
gave my heart to Barbara Allen...
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