I went to the school again on Saturday, after spending the whole afternoon doing nothing but staring at the blue amphora in the luminous darkness of my study. The light that entered its curved, ultramarine pipes coursed through an unreal circuit, like blood through a heart where the delicate aortic arch emerges, and just like in a heart, the luminous liquid seemed to depart, to irrigate a distant, invisible realm, and return thicker, more oxygenated, more loaded with nutrients, as though the pear-shaped vase spread a wing in another dimension and there it threshed in an auroral, psychic world,
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