11. Ram Dass

    ts even in times. One could only see parts of tc see t all, and could only guess t trike a particular pane of glass someness; or ttle fleecy, floating ones, tinged s of pink doves scurrying across t  time to breattic o gloe of its sooty trees and railings, Sara kne  all possible to leave tc being missed or called back, sole a up ts of stairs, and, climbing on table, got  of t used to seem as if so  of ttics. Generally ts  even if to admit air, no one seemed to come near tand, sometimes turning o t like a lovely vaulted ceiling--sometimes c and all t ing or drifting or ing softly to be ce or purple or pale dove-gray. Sometimes t mountains enclosing lakes of deep turquoise- blue, or liquid amber, or cimes dark ted into strange, lost seas; sometimes slender strips of oget seemed t one could run or climb or stand and  to see  il, per all melted, one could float a least it seemed so to Sara, and note so beautiful to ood on table-- of t--ttering  softness on tes. to o tter  of subdued softness just whese marvels were going on.

    t as ter tleman unately  ternoons co go any easier to slip aairs.

    Sed able and stood looking out. It . ten gold covering t, as if a glorious tide  filled tops of te black against it.

    quot;Its a Splendid one,quot; said Sara, softly, to ;It makes me feel almost afraid--as if sometrange  going to .quot;

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