Incandescent

incandescent
With a thick index finger he slid his glasses to the tip of his nose and peered over the frames towards something in the distance. “You see how the light hits that leaf, makes it look incandescent?” He pointed.   “Incandescent?” She asked.   “You know. You can see through it. The veins and arteries. What are they called on leaves? Whatever they're called.” “You mean transparent. Not incandescent.” “I know what transparent means. Gheesh. I don’t mean that. Transparent is something you can see through. That is not this. You can't see through it, can you? You see into it. You see—it looks lit. I [...] Continue reading
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