Saturday, August 2, 2008
after the opera: thoughts
When you hear love soaring in the effortless form of Italian aria, you begin to believe that your own love can take on that depth, breadth and richness. Art makes life bigger, reinforces our sense of our own uniqueness while connecting us to other lovers and strivers and strugglers and people longing on this Earth.
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