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           Thenunderthedullnesssomeonewalkswithagreenlight.Thenofftwistsawhitewraith.Thewoodsthrobblueandgreen,andgraduallythefieldsdrinkinred,gold,brown.Suddenlyariversnatchesabluelight.Theearthabsorbscolourlikeaspongeslowlydrinkingwater.Itputsonweight;roundsitself;hangspendent;settlesandswingsbeneathourfeet.

           ’Sothelandscapereturnedtome;soIsawthefieldsrollinginwavesofcolourbeneathme,butnowwiththisdifference;Isawbutwasnotseen.Iwalkedunshadowed;Icameunheralded.Frommehaddroppedtheoldcloak,theoldresponse;thehollowedhandthatbeatsbacksounds.Thinasaghost,leavingnotracewhereItrod,perceivingmerely,Iwalkedaloneinanewworld,nevertrodden;brushingnewflowers,unabletospeaksaveinachild’swordsofonesyllable;withoutshelterfromphrases--Iwhohavemadesomany;unattended,Iwhohavealwaysgonewithmykind;solitary,Iwhohavealwayshadsomeonetosharetheemptygrate,orthecupboardwithitshangingloopofgold.

           ’Buthowdescribetheworldseenwithoutaself?Therearenowords.Blue,red--eventheydistract,eventheyhidewiththicknessinsteadoflettingthelightthrough.Howdescribeorsayanythinginarticulatewordsagain?--savethatitfades,savethatitundergoesagradualtransformation,becomes,eveninthecourseofoneshortwalk,habitual--thisscenealso.Blindnessreturnsasonemovesandoneleafrepeatsanother.Lovelinessreturnsasonelooks,withallitstrainofphantomphrases.