Lorraine

Lorraine

Lorraine

Defend her, Heav’n! Let angels spread
Their viewless tents around her bed.
Keep her from vile assaults secure,
Still ever calm, and ever pure.

(from Handel’s Theodora)

Farewell. Much much too soon.

Obituary here (I can’t believe I’m typing this) and see The Standing Room‘s sidebar for a round-up of tributes.

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