Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
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Saturday, April 28, 2012
I wasn't there that day
But I do spend a lot of time on this Belvedere terrace at the Villa Borruso.
(I've mentioned it's nice here, hey? Once or twice?)
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OK, now I am jealous! Very Jealous!
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