The mountain behind our house prevents us ever seeing a real sunset on the farm unless we're ready for a vigorous hike. But we get some lovely reflected pinks in the eastern sky tha t allow us to pretend we're seeing a sunset.
It makes me think of Plato's Cave . . .
(If you're feeling intellectual, for the whole translation go here.)
3 comments:
Yeah for me! Thanks Vicki, I'm so happy to add that to my collection of your books (and I already have the first one that was translated). Hope you had a great day in Waynesville that included a trip into the Mast General Store for some rootbeer barrels! Thanks again - Liz
Thanks Vicki for showing these beautiful skies! Have a nice time at the Haywood Book Mania!
Thank you, Reader Wil! And I did!
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