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  • AT CHARTRES

    AT CHARTRES At night the walls are black, with only the flickeringCandles to lift the hovering shadows. PalelyDawn begins to give the windows a dailyResurrection. Color claims its victory. And on those special days when a rising sunBeams through the bits of glass direct to whereMy eye is waiting, a miracle occurs:The reds explode to… Read more