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The sky was pure opal now.
My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring.
With melted opals for my milk, Pearl-leaf for my cracker.
To live in Venice is like being domesticated in the heart of an opal.
October is the opal month of the year. It is the month of glory, of ripeness. It is the picture-month.
Now the melancholy God protect thee, and the tailor make thy garments of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is opal.