21 August 2008. Milky gray, skirting the hills, revelling in blue. Thinking of Stillwater, where mists give way to cliff and sky... Forms of clarity, almost harsh were they not so grand...
Balzac, too, with the strength of his neck embedded in a fine linen blouse--white on white, small moustache, precisely placed, in the manner of the French, and the wild, precise pompadour...
Ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny--is that not the phrase--where the eye of the lizard, or the mouse, reaffirms itself 'neath our own. What chance then, when Nicola, her morning meows outside the door, would in...? Open wide, scamper and rush...salvation...
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