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, December 20, 2013
the trick or treaters
greg met me to help carry home parcels from my shopping trip today. we passed hb right when morgana and chanda were running from the dressing room to backstage for their entrance in balm in gilead . .
crazy dudes!!!
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don't they look it!
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