Song of the day - Anywhere I Lay My Head, Tom Waits
Passage of the day - Standing in the dim crypt in a country church where a handful of dust has been venerated for several hundred years, I see that even today, toward the end of the the century, the case is remembered with fresh carnations. I uncover my second realization: This is where they put their memories and wants. Besides functioning as vast cultural repositories, these churches map intimate human needs. - Under the Tuscan Sun, Frances Mayes
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