There are many hours in a single day, taking the same shape over the years, slightly distorted, out of place with time. There are different kinds. The wide door leads into the days of our lives.
The hours are sometimes arranged in rows; sometimes not.
'The light in each room of the house is different
But the light of the whole house
Hangs suspended in eternal afternoon.'
---K. Irby.
The hours are sometimes arranged in rows; sometimes not.
But the light of the whole house
Hangs suspended in eternal afternoon.'
---K. Irby.
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