A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.
Thursday, May 30, 2013
And then.
And then the rough seas magically calmed. Settling down with such pleasant triumph. The rays of sun were able to show through the perpetual; yet, beautiful gloom.
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