by day the blue will pale down into white where it touches the white of the land, after sunset it has a new circumference-orange, melting upwards into tenderest purple. but the core of blue persists, and so it is by night. then the stars hang like lamps from the immense vault. the distance between the vault and them is as nothing to the distance behind them, and that farther distance, though beyond colour, last freed itself from blue. -e.m. forster (a passage to india)
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
eleventh day: epiphany preparations
we made biscotti (always one of our favorite holiday cookies . . and greg likes to dunk them in his coffee).
. . and chanda worked on her daddy's sock he is getting for epiphany. jack was happy to have company.
we made biscotti (always one of our favorite holiday cookies . . and greg likes to dunk them in his coffee).
. . and chanda worked on her daddy's sock he is getting for epiphany. jack was happy to have company.
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