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)
Tuesday, July 11, 2023
tuesday morning and afternoon
waiting for breakfast . .
some morning photos from korrina who was on her way to a dental appointment . .
and the photo greg sent me when he went to lunch this afternoon . .
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