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(…) the curtain billowed gently in and out, as if the room were breathing. Wind chimes, too heavy for the delicate breeze, hung silent amid the quiet movement. Swaying slowly, they avoided touching, over and over. Dusk and shadows laboured in unison to paint the dissipating landscape. With each flutter of the curtain, the light dimmed. She stood still, in the eye of an invisible storm.


From The Book of Unfinished Stories

Edward Hopper:Woman in the Sun










Art: Edward Hopper, Woman in the Sun, 1961




And a deeper silence

When the crickets


              –Leonard Cohen













Art: Józef Chełmoński, Babie lato, 1875