Walking in the morning lately has been so clear and bright: with the Water Dragons of the East still sleeping, the sun holds dominion until noon.
But later, on a walk by Bramble Bay I pause on an island of sand and belong briefly to the companion of Silver Gulls bathing and waiting for the tide. The plane of heaven stretched out into the haze of distance, and sinking not, emerged above it in mysterious mountains of white, prevailing with secret atmospheres all of their own.Tags:
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Beautiful pictures, Florence.
and beautiful words.
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