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)
Sunday, March 17, 2013
getting ready and st. paddy's dinner
morgana has her final show today for her ballet school's spring performance,
so chanda did her hair for her.
in the evening we had corned beef and cabbage and read a little about ireland.
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