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June 28, 2006
And Far Away, the Golden Horns of Elfland Calling
There's a thin veil of cloud covering the sky overhead as far as I can see. So though you can still see the blue through it, everything is touched with a soft pink by the sunset. Everything in this instance means not just the clouds, so that the whole sky is pink, but also everything the reflected light touches. Our white house; the white petals of daisies, feverfew and love-in-a-mist; the white bark of the European Birch in the front yard. It all looks very romantic right now. Like living in fairyland.
And just over the garage roof, I can see a sliver of waning moon, peeping through the pink mist.
Posted by sally at June 28, 2006 08:51 PM
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