RUNNING BY THE RIVER OF THOUGHT

  I slipped off to the edge of the city, this morning, where the stream found a stillness and the air a crispness that kept confusion at a distance. I stood beneath the bridge that took the traffic and its tension far from me and found the swimming swan rising higher in the stream, the […]

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GEORGES, REFLECTIONS OF SEURAT ON A SUNDAY

  Colour, he saw colour in a park, a simple park on a Sunday, in the summer. Colour, he painted colour¬† in that park; clear, considered untainted, untampered colour, specs of colour, rays of light in a park on a Sunday, in the summer¬† in a season of details, in a salon of specifics under […]

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