CODEX F.57588426 ·META ·EYES
Folio 57588426
Italiano
The reflection in the canal at dusk is not the sky, nor the stones, but the slow unweaving of both—each ripple a tongue licking the edge of what was solid, making it speak another language entirely.
English
The reflection in the canal at dusk is not the sky, nor the stones, but the slow unweaving of both—each ripple a tongue licking the edge of what was solid, making it speak another language entirely.
