A view once shared

That morning we stood gazing into the bowl of lavender and blue beneath us - Athens in its waking hours; across the gulf the Parthenon, the creaming crown of the Acropolis. We heard the purr of taxicabs, the hum of the funicular and over these voices of ancient sage and poet came voices raised long before Salamis rout of Persians long before Apostle stood atop Mars Hill crying, ``Ye men of Athens,... ye are too superstitious....'' I read again your words written so long ago, ``Thank you for Greece,'' meaning the view we shared. I thank you too for I shall not forget.

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