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Wind, Caught in a Net: March 2009
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Wind, Caught in a Net. Wednesday, March 25, 2009. Spring is here. Forsythia spatters the parks and gardens with speckles of bright yellow. Cherries have begun to bloom, both the pale pink and the deep. Light zephyrs whisk through the greening willows. Magpies hop about, looking hopeful. And, more importantly, the local supermarket has begun selling pasta salad again. Try it," said one of his customers, a middle-aged woman who was digging into her portion right there by the cart. "This is real Beijing...
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Wind, Caught in a Net: Matins
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Wind, Caught in a Net. Sunday, March 1, 2009. Early this morning, I woke up with a strange sensation. I felt hushed and expectant, almost as if I were in a church. The air outside my window was cool, the light dim and grey. For a moment I thought that these things alone were responsible for the still, listening mood into which I seemed to have awakened. Then I heard the music. It was a recording of the Tallis Scholars singing Gregorio Allegri's. Well, that wasn't such a surprise after all. Allegri's.
