scibbling on summer air sometimes hauntingly obscure a long pause in an unfinished score
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remember the delight those heaven-haunted frescos those amassing venetian images
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we went to court the city to approve its vaunted treasures with our own eyes interleafing what we see with what we ' d read or heard recognising everywhere vestiges of the life we knew before in cyprus years ago
we went as winter tourists mingled with other visitors and commuters on the lagoon we were as many as twenty at one one time and in crossing one bridge we crossed over many others
remember how we processed with bellini in piazza san marco he it was who painted catherine cornaro the beloved cypriot queen patron of the arts who cried bitter tears leaving her palace in potamia