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, November 11, 2016
friday breakfast
breakfast this morning was at 8:30 before chanda ran off to a ballet lesson and morgana ran off to a french lesson. we had buckwheat buttermilk pancakes and discussed what we would do with our friends who are to visit the week of november 20th.
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