apricots and dappled leaves (this tree at Tassajara; another, remembered, and ancient now, in our Santa Fe back yard) |
sun-warmed olives, fragrant and tart, set on a sea-blue Greek table |
images: Christie B. Cochrell, Apricots; Olives, lost link
There must be something strangely sacred in salt. It is in our tears and in the sea.
—Kahlil Gibran
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