
"Sky, clouds, hills and water were all an unbroken white in the fog and frost, and the only reflections in the lake were a slash of causeway, a dot of pavilion, a mustard seed of a boat and the two or three specks of ourselves aboard it."
Brendan O'Kane@bokane
New on Stories from a Burning House: A digression, and a favorite Zhang Dai vignette from 陶庵夢憶: burninghou.se/p/snow-and-the…
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