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, April 21, 2013
after the visit: sunday afternoon
a day in the life . . greg wasn't happy that chanda was playing with his new phone . . . he doesn't like to share his new toys, or he tries to be protective of his new toys. it all depends on how you look at the situation.
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