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)
Friday, June 22, 2012
finally at sturbridge!
morgana started at sturbridge today, and greg sent this picture of her helping out with games. i think they do hoop races, tug-of-war (they call it french and english), school yard games (jump rope, marbles and stilts), baseball and a hot air balloon . . oh! and fishing. i hear she caught a fish and had to put it back (before she left she had informed me that no one ever catches the fish).
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