A carafe, that is a blind glass.
A kind in glass and a cousin, a spectacle and nothing strange a single hurt color and an arrangement in a system to pointing.
All this and not ordinary, not unordered in not resembling.
The difference is spreading.
poem by gertrude stein
gs & alice b. toklas
with their poodle big ken
sigrid agren & patricia van der vliet
by glen luchford