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Reading Rilke and Dylan Thomas poems aloud by firelight with wine. Old melancholy Leonard Cohen songs and much older melancholy Andalusian songs. Dancing in the shadowy room, sweet liquid motion. I have music in me, I am filled with poetry and firelight and dark blood and the creeping enchantment of sleep.

We had Moroccan food and as always the taste of the tea takes me back. Also, I should really learn to make b'stillah.