1 August. Calm gray skies, shadowy pool, clerestory light pouring in from the east... Pèlerin. A French side-wheeler of the old vintage--along Catalina lines. The big white steamship, leaving San Pedro at dawn...all of us, passengers, Avalon bound. Through the jetty and into open waters of the channel--first taste of the sea, long swells and a rolling gate, clear gray. Dolphins lead...
Shirley last night--also a clear gray. Her face and head--beautiful still--and a sure voice, with all the articulate tentative touches... Circles and arcs--visions of light, Yehezkel's wheel. A small dark room in London, we're told--not Yerushalayim--just her voice--against a background of time, friendship, world...
All ends are beginnings, if so discovered...even now...
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