Tuesday, October 18, 2016

"O'er all the sand-waste, with a gradual fall,
Were raining down dilated flakes of fire,
As of the snow on Alp without a wind. 

As Alexander, in those torrid parts 
of India, beheld upon his host 
Flames fall unbroken till they reached the ground,"

Dante Inferno XIV, Longfellow trans. 

And the winter weather, skiffs of snow regularly 
since our return from Venice 
continues apace.

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