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So with afternoon the two or three colours of the patio grew weary. The great friendliness of the full moon no longer inspires the usual firmament. Today the sky is sharp and will tell of an augury announcing the death of an angel.
Patio, directed sky and dome. The patio is the window through which God watches souls. The patio is the slope on which heavens scatter on home.
Serene eternity waits at the crossroads of stars. How beautiful to live in humble friendship with eaves, a porch and a well.