the sea within us, continued
"and year by year our memory fades From all the circles of the hill"
Sunday, July 29, 2012
The farm as an over-simplified, self-sufficient world, reduced to a few familiar images, overcharged with meaning, like icons: the towering windmill that screeches when the wind blows, the inside of the large kitchen, glowing like a candle; a simple world that is an infinity nonetheless.
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