18 July 2008. Ring of gray mist encircling Albany hill, rain in the night--small drops, each sound each leaf. Wet grasses, and the news in two blue wraps... Pelerinage: Jeanne d'Arc and the marsh hare--Erasmus, apparently, "wilder in the marshes..." More alert than wild--attentive, even. As in reading--a book, an essay, a letter...or looking out onto the sea, where glassy swells nudge each other all the way to the horizon, crest and trough, crest and trough... The wind has dropped, water like burnished oil, moment of dusk, sun pushing towards a finale--a luminous orange globe moving past the edge of the world...
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