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Patina

We own a pond; mottled bluebottle, flecked in freckles when the sunlight skims the surface between the moss. I dip a finger inside and stir. A nebula swills, swirling like a whisk of spilt oil from a water spot sometimes found underneath a car. My fist plunges in, embalming a gulp; moss bandages around the orb that, withdrawing in drips, I see a new world set alight upon it.
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Written by
conor-letham
English
Published
Jul 7, 2015
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Patina: noun

1. a film or incrustation, usually green, produced by oxidation on the surface of old bronze and often esteemed as being of ornamental value.

2. a similar film or colouring appearing gradually on some other substance.

3. a surface calcification of implements, usually indicating great age.

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