Focus

In that dim room, between

dozing nods, the people looked like

figures in an Adoration around an

oversized crib; next moment a

different tableau, a

Night Watch, then an

Exemplary Dissection, a Demonstration of

Gas in a Jar, a

Dawn Vigil—all, my

fuddled brain knew, with something

very precious at the

focal point of all those

nocturnal witnesses.

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  • 1emeraldcity  On August 30, 2011 at 7:27 am

    Interesting, how when the brain can take only so much worry, it turns to fantasy or coded half-dreams, and in this case, famous paintings. Fascinating!

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