Saturday, March 17, 2018

"How innocent their lives look,
how like a child’s
dream of caves and winter, both combined;
the steep descent to whiteness
and the stope
with its striated walls
their folds all leaning as if pointing to
the great whiteness still,
that great white bank
with its decisive front,
that seam upon a slope,
salt’s lovely ice."

from Photos from a Salt Mine
by P.K. Page

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