I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people’s eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth.
Sylvia Plath
2 comments:
the shadows are a sort of second soul, in a way, a second portrait of things or ourselves. in a good way :) lovely match Thinker.
Happy you liked it Luisa!
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