I made my second trip to the Museum of Russian Icons--this time with a camera and notebook. Fifteen minutes before closing, I realized I hadn't taken any notes, or pictures. Not surprising really, because when you're among icons, time just "is."
An icon is a window where the earthly and the Divine meet. It is not meant to represent an external reality, but a spiritual reality. And maybe that's why I lost track of time, and why I feel the need to return.
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