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Cranbrook
Gloaming covers the sky, and through the telescope, the dimpled skin of an adolescent moon--half veiled by darkness, curved like a woman's back, touched before being pulled into bed by her lover. I meant nothing by my words--I just need... she walked, lightly on the train of a wedding gown to keep the bride from going forward. And I go down the path covered in fallen oak leaves, every ten steps a silver spotlight on dirt--the sound of fountains, bronze figures. Mark quoted Nietchze, Brecht when we first met here and sat on the marble steps by the water. That "Three Penny Opera" he convinced me to buy at John King Books on the eighth floor. He said this is truth, this is logic.
Also from Heather Ann Schmidt: A Light on 7 Mile Upon Observing Virgin and Child on the Crescent Moon (c.1480) at the DIA
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