I was looking out at cliffs and the sea, all sluiced in delicate pinks and yellows and greens and blues, as if the sun were imparting to the sleeping rock and water dreams of their youth, dreams of the rock’s birth in the earth’s molten core, the water’s ecstatic purity before it was sullied by life – as if the play of soft colors were the sun’s lullaby to the cliffs and the sea, of endurance and transformation.
-Deborah Eisenberg
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