Practice Typing

The phrase and the day and the scene harmonised in a chord. Words. Was it their colours. He allowed them to glow and fade, hue after hue. sunrise gold, the russet and green of apple orchards, azure of waves, the greyfringed fleece of clouds. No, it was not their colours. it was the poise and balance of the period itself. Did he then love the rhythmic rise and fall of words better than their associations of legend and colour.