Sublime

Easily, he slept; and as he slept, the woman in the photograph took her arm from the pastor’s waist, and crossed the parched lawn towards the camera. Her black skirts, thickly beaded at the hem, obscured the view of Bethesda; then her fine and muddied boots came over the frame, and were first set squarely on the table, then one by one on the floor:

Epona, a great goddess of the Celts whose very name means “horse.” I had not thought of her until now as a Death Goddess.

kilomètres avec ses chevaux en quatre jours. Beaucoup de chevaux sont blessés. Je passe