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)
Saturday, July 2, 2011
pointe shoes
i went with morgana to get her a pair of pointe shoes at capezio in midtown. a salesperson fitted her, and she's looking forward to working with melissa at BAE, where she goes on saturdays for an open class.
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