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"So ropes of gold are found in rivers. | |
Sometimes these cast off skins are sad-colored and the color catches the eye, | |
red and blue stones in the river beaches brought out by patches of white-blue snow. | |
There is an ongoing topological dynamic of enfolding whereby in time matter | |
pours into itself with a soft malleable voluptuousness of confection, | |
marshmellowy and dimpled. This is the grey tunic of a dream, which when turned | |
outward reveals the most lustrous and colorful of silks. | |
OF THE INGRESSION OF AIR AND WATER INTO A GLASS EGG" | |
[OF THE DENSE AND RARE](http://canopycanopycanopy.com/contents/of_the_dense_and_rare) | |
_Triple Canopy_, Ada Smailbegović | |
"Millicent Bruton, whose lunch parties were said to be extraordinarily amusing, | |
had not asked her. No vulgar jealousy could separate her from Richard. But she feared | |
time itself, and read on Lady Bruton's face, as if it had been a dial cut in impassive | |
stone, the dwindling of life; how year by year her share was sliced; how little the | |
margin that remained was capable any longer of stretching, of absorbing, as in the | |
youthful years, the colours, salts, tones of existence, so that she filled the room | |
she entered, and felt often as she stood hesitating one moment on the threshold of | |
her drawing-room, an exquisite suspense, such as might stay a diver before plunging | |
while the sea darkens and brightens beneath him, and the waves which threaten to break, | |
but only gently split their surface, roll and conceal and encrust as they just turn | |
over the weeds with pearl.” | |
_Mrs. Dalloway_, Virginia Woolf | |
[This page](http://i.imgur.com/Fw0Fc87.png) from _The Discarded Image_, C. S. Lewis |
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