![]() ![]() A deep voice said to her, "You know, don't you, that the stars are sound as well as light?" She was walking on the crust of snow, watching the star-glimmer and the snow-glimmer and the cold tear-glimmer in her own eyes. Over the clean white and windswept hills the shadows of snowdrifts drew long. ![]() The sky was thick blue-black and the stars were frozen in it, so that they glimmered. In their new eagerness for experience and reality, the strange aloofness stood out clearly. But one day the world had cleared enough so that she realised that at any mention of her art, her friend drew back. Because it was a subtle emotion in a world of erratic oscillations of feeling, of violence, and of lies told by every sense of perception, Deborah had not noticed it in their sick times. Her face would harden almost imperceptibly her manner would edge toward coolness. ![]() “They had shared much of their pasts, most of their fears, and all of their tenuous and fragile hopes, but Deborah had noticed over the years that whenever she mentioned her art, or something on which she was working, a subtle change would come over Carla. ![]()
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