(Nobody, not even the rain, had such small hands.)
"An Obsessive Combination of Ontological Inscape, Trickery and Love
Busy, with an idea for a code, I write signals hurrying from left to right, or right to left, by obscure routes, for my own reasons; taking a word like "writes" down tiers of tries until its secret rites make sense; or until, suddenly, RATS can amazingly and funnily become STAR and right to left that small star is mine, for my own liking, to stare its five lucky pins inside out, to store forever kindly, as if it were a star I touched and a miracle I really wrote." Anne Sexton
"The crude oval of the basin was smooth and beautiful in the gray light. He touched the almost homogenous whiteness with his fingertips and breathed in the water odors and the subtle stink rising from the throat of the waste pipe. Unexpected intrusions of beauty. This is what life is." -Saul Bellow "Herzog"