The wind is fitful now: soot piles in the corners of new buildings, gulls stumble out of place in the ragged branches to skim against a rise of pond water. The children watch, breathless with the birds. They feel an emanation from this shuddering place. This winter evening the sky cracks with cardinal color and we sit in cooling wonder like dwarfs at the Venetian court must have done-- amazed at Tiepolo's sunshot ceilings; like us, they were fickle, aware of smaller inconstancy. But the dazzle above, enclosing, seems fit or made for this fragment of belief.
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