Sunday, January 27, 2008
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I cooked all evening. Chopping, mincing, sauteeing, and simmering, I kept busy in the kitchen non stop for three hours. Each note of Messiaen and each drop of rain intermingled, and I could not at times distinguish which was the background for which. I chopped more onions than was necessary--it was a perfect excuse to let my tears flow.
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