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)
Thursday, April 21, 2022
missing figaro every day and even more yesterday and today
my beloved spring peepers . .
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getting ready to install a new hot water heater and a new chimney lining . . . not at the same time.
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