4.09.2013


"As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea 
and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, 
and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell 
and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, 
I lost the empty feeling 
and began to be happy 
and to make plans."


- Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

photo taken in Rockport, MA, Summer 2011

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