grilled homemade bread with baba ganoush and thickly sliced tomatoes from the green market, a sprinkle of basil leaves, some lovely Mission figs, and a glass of Chardonnay
Elle*
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You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms. The rim
Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.
Anna Akhmatova "White nights"
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