This way of sun and dust
A fabulous, marvelous, splendidly curvaceous spring day and I can't remember what caught my attention in the paper this morning, early, over weak green tea. I recall the birdsong, though, and the clear sunlight with specks of the world in the rays. I remember now. That's what Hugo said about glory: It is sun and [...]
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