"While the burning fish is tracing his arcnear the cypress, beneath the highest blue of all,and the blind boy flies away in the white stone,and the ivo...
When the I AM THAT I AM made nothingAnd rested, which rest it certainly deserved,Night now accompanied day, and manHad his friend in the absence of the woman.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
When the I AM THAT I AM made nothingAnd rested, which rest it certainly deserved,Night now accompani...
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