Day 089b: Barely breathed upon my Breath … (July 12, 2019)
“It was the early hour in which objects lose the consistency of shadow that accompanies them during the night; the hour when they gradually began to reacquire colors, and yet seemed to cross meanwhile an uncertain limbo, oh so faintly touched by the Sun, just barely breathed on by its light. It was the hour in which one is least certain of the world’s existence, and yet quite completely certain of one’s own.” ~ via Italo Calvino
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