""Outside lightning scratched feebly at the sky, trying to release the moisture. Darkness inserted itself surreptitiously, as if ashamed over itself. It ambushed the sky by degrees, only clapping its black hand over the light at the last moment, when the palazzi, like bone-white sponges dipped in ink, crumbled their colors away"".
The Floating Book by Michelle Lovric...it's been fun getting lost is her words...wandering around Venice in the late 1400's. Here is Michelle's web site...
Michelle's site
When I read this quote I thought of the photo I had taken on Murano...the lightning limbs.
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