Wednesday 13 February 2008

Reminiscence










My village, Villa Fagonio, big, treeless mountain, Calanda, walking at night in deep snow to the Christmas celebrations in the church.

Everything changes nothing stays the same.


The world was all before them, where to choose their place of rest, and providence their guide;

They hand in hand with wandering steps and slow,

Through Eden took their solitairy way.


----MILTON, PARADISE LOST, BOOK XII

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