Paul Klee Around the Fish

Paul Klee Around the FishPaul Klee Ancient SoundRene Magritte Homesickness
she thought there was no , when God had gone? Yes, she had thought that.
"Well, there is now," she said aloud, and again, louder: "There is now!"
As she looked couldn't be the tualapi, because they always moved in a flock, and this was on its own.
But everything about it was the same, the sail-like wings, the long neck, it was one of the birds, no doubt about it. She had never heard of their moving about alone, and she hesitated before running down to warn the villagers, because the thing had stopped, in any case. It was floating on the water close to the path. again at the clouds and the moon in the Dust flow, they looked as frail and doomed as a dam of little twigs and tiny pebbles trying to hold back the Mississippi. But they were trying, all the same. They'd go on trying till the end of everything.How long she stayed out, Mary didn't know. When the intensity of her feeling began to subside, and exhaustion took its place, she made her way slowly down the hill toward the village.And when she was halfway down, near a little grove of knot-wood bushes, she saw something strange out on the mudflats. There was a glow of white, a steady movement: something coming up with the tide.She stood still, gazing intently. It