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Margarita
Margarita is a Latin feminine name meaning: pearl.
Variants:
Margaret [William Searle 1897 Onomasticon Anglo-Saxonicum, page 349].
Margarita [Patrick Hanks & Flavia Hodges 1988 A Dictionary of Surnames, page 347].
Margarīta [Patrick Hanks & Flavia Hodges 1990 A Dictionary of First Names, page 222].
Margarītēs [Patrick Hanks & Flavia Hodges 1990 A Dictionary of First Names, page 222].
Definition:
margărīta = A pearl [Ethan Andrews 1850 A copious and critical Latin-English lexicon, page 925].
Usage:
Margaret was the name of a granddaughter of King Eadmund II (Ironside) [William Searle 1899 Anglo-Saxon Bishops, Kings and Nobles, page 350]. “And þæs sumeres Eadgar cild for út. mid his modor Agatha and his twam sweostran. Margareta and Xpīna. and Mærlaswegen. and fela godra manna mid heō. and comon to Scotlande on Malcholomes cyninges gryð. and he hi ealle underfeng” [John Earle 1865 Two of the Saxon Chronicles Parallel, 1st edition, page 204, annal (D) 1067]: “And this summer Edgar child fared out with his mother Agatha and his two sisters, Margaret and Christina, and Mærleswegen and many good men with them and came to Scotland under the protection of king Malcolm; and he received them all” (Edward Gomme 1909 The Anglo-Saxon Chronicle, page 179, annal 1067 [D]).
The air inside the cantina is thick enough to hold a grudge. Outside, miles of empty desert stretch into nothingness under a moonless sky, but in here, the world shrinks down to a rough wooden table and a single glass sitting under a slice of dim light.
Condensation rolls down the side, carrying the sharp scent of lime and salted rims into the warm, dry air. Somewhere in the shadow behind the bar, an old radio hums, standard static melting into a slow, bruised acoustic guitar line and the low moan of a distant trumpet. Nobody comes to a border town late at night to celebrate; you come here when you need a place where no one asks your name, and the silence between notes feels heavier than the heat.
If you’re sitting alone tonight, staring into a quiet room or just trying to lose yourself in the dark, put your headphones on and let this drift through the room.
Preserved Lemon Margaritas (Vegan)