The fabric of things seems more beautiful and fragile during the last week, turning on random pigment splashed against scalps and tossing against the sky overhead or the waves underneath the bridge or against the shoreline, an ever changing canvas stretched against the frame of perception.

Crescent moon in early first quarter hangs in evening sky over distant top floor building roof

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