in the shapeless mass of the waterfall

His beauty was hard to fix or to see, for he was always glimmering, flickering, melting, mixing, he was the shape of a shapeless flame, he was the eddying thread of needle-shapes in the shapeless mass of the waterfall.

― A.S. Byatt, Ragnarok: The End of the Gods
_ Model : Pepe Toño

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