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Red & gray abstract.

From "Route Song of the Winged Folk" (first stanza)

"Light that leaps from a sun still sunken
hails the hunter at hover,
washes his wings in molten morning,
startles the stars to cover.
Blue is the bell of hollow heaven,
rung by a risen blowing.
Wide lie woodlands and mountain meadows,
great and green with their growing.
   But—look, oh, look!—
   a red ray struck
   through tattered mist.
   A broadhorn buck
   stands traitor-kissed.
   The talons crook..."

--Poul Anderson in The People of the Wind (via)

The Gundestrop Cauldron.

"Something feels like it’s missing when I haven’t heard any music, and when I hear music, then I really feel like something is missing. That’s the best I can do in trying to describe music."

- Robert Walser (via @EverySongIveEve)

Climber.