Anyhow the
moment was glad – the bright picture hung in the heart of the night, the shrine
hollowed in the nocturnal blackness.
Strange indeed to have this visible proof of the righness of things;
this lily floating flawless upon Time’s pool, fearless, as if this were
sufficient – this reflection.
Photo courtesy of Craig Sargent |
“A Woman’s
College from the Outside” (CSF 145)
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