Sometimes Coffeepot Lake was blue, just like the butterflies and the irises that grew along its shore. -gw
Wild iris at Coffeepot Lake – a set on Flickr
We marvelled when we beheld, among the things which that coffer contained, a scroll of blue paper, of the most delicate texture, on which the Báb, in His own exquisite handwriting, which was a fine shikastih script, had penned, in the form of a pentacle, what numbered about five hundred verses, all consisting of derivatives from the word “Bahá.”
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