I have seen what Cilia has so assiduously recorded.
His photographic visions do not embellish. The places,
people and moments they record sustain me, a sea
and an ocean away. They reassure me. Qala, Gharb,
Sannat, St. George���s, the Cathedral, Ta��� Pinu: when I���m
at their festas or services, when Maestro Joseph Vella
raises his baton to lead St. George���s symphonic band,
when I walk the cliffs beyond my trullo at Ta��� Cenc Hotel,
when I swim from the Inland Sea through a long cave
to the Mediterranean, when I rush to see the trotters
race through the main street of Victoria, when I read a
passage at Father Buttigieg���s first Solemn Mass, when
fireworks light the skies and streets; and when American
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