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)
:)). I think he is from Indiana, his mother lives there, I believe. When we were at the advent spiral today, we saw a man that looked like the father of Miriam's friend. He teaches philosophy here. Kind of strange to see people "twice."
Happy Thanksgiving, Dorina!!
ReplyDeleteYour brother-in-law always reminds me of a political science professor here. They could be twins.
ReplyDeleteYes, I looked at the pic you sent. Their beards and their round faces to lend a resemblance!
Delete:)). I think he is from Indiana, his mother lives there, I believe. When we were at the advent spiral today, we saw a man that looked like the father of Miriam's friend. He teaches philosophy here. Kind of strange to see people "twice."
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