A glass of cold rosé, outdoors on the new Provençale tablecloth, while the evenings were still light and time not shortening and drawing in. This time of year is hard for aesthetes.
image: Christie B. Cochrell, La Vie en Rosé
There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.
—Kahlil Gibran
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