{127} Living in a Lidded Pot

Nov 7

"The wind was blowing, and somewhere the sun was rising, but nothing budged the layer of clouds. They lived in a lidded pot.

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“There was nothing inside the pot but the gray grit of the sand, the damp wood houses, the mud streets, and the freezing sea. There were no heavenly bodies at all, and there was no sky, only the world's tight lid. It hid the mountain-tops, and snagged in the hillsides' scratching firs." — Annie Dillard; The Living, p. 195