Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Monday, October 16, 2017

10.16

I like when the sky is a smooth gradient from top to ragged edge. The whole of it has a much more accessible feel, to my eye, a grand vastness that bends down to touch and be touched. When will the wonders of this vast, unblinking dome give out their last trance?

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