The most beautiful things can still be found in the unstable, colorless sea of light, and they are slick and tender and mild, but few on one side.. but plenty on the other. They are some momentary objects which couldn’t produce blue and red and orange and yellow. But things like these can keep you still when they would capture you; only if they’re keen and beautiful, and tender and mild, and black & white, but few.
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