"In the still water of the fountains one saw the splash of human faces, ignited by these gold and scarlet stars as they rose hissing into heaven like thirsty swans."
from Justine by Lawrence Durrell.
Tuesday, March 3, 2015
WANDS AND CHERRYS AND PIPES
The wand is nestled in it's cradle idle, the sign stored behind the walls. What's this world coming to when you can't even keep a self-wash viable?
It was a drab day and I felt drabby.
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