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, September 5, 2014
late summer cloister visit
we visited the cloisters today.
the bees were very busy.
ermengol X, the count of urgell's little dog at his feet on his sarcophagus that was in his tomb in catalan, around 1300 - 1350.
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