Hope is nature's veil for hiding truth's nakedness.
Alfred Nobel
Mother Nature pulled a veil across her face this morning. Perhaps she, too, is grieving for Egypt.
Although the politics are grim and sobering, I am surrounded by beauty and humour. I had to smile over my morning coffee when I spotted the donkey and egret communing over the sugar cane.
This evening I had the treat of toasting the spirits of Howard Carter, Lord Carnarvon, Agatha Christie, and 'Amelia Peabody' with a glass of (not) bad Omar Khayyam red in the elegant bar of the Winter Palace. It is a good thing that their spirits reside there, otherwise it would have been very lonely for we two substantial beings.
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