from FIREBIRD NOTEBOOK (2) May 27 The sky is dotted with bright stars. As I just wrote the word “star,” I almost forgot what a star is. They become bright as the eyes adjust to the dark. I am not used to this kind of…
from FIREBIRD NOTEBOOK (2) May 27 The sky is dotted with bright stars. As I just wrote the word “star,” I almost forgot what a star is. They become bright as the eyes adjust to the dark. I am not used to this kind of…