139: Over the pond


Though the sun I daily see, I am never at the hour of its promise, rehearsed in the effect. Every occasion retains a new and unique array of lucent qualities that encroaches upon expectation and suspends the senses of the seer in dreamy relief. For as long as it is often and never the same, other what significance could draw me thence that illuminates the facts of being with so subtle an intensity as can daze?

Danny James blog sunrise Bondi


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