In a yellow wood
A scrapbook from a road less traveled
Friday, July 24, 2009
Into something rich and strange
Full fathom five thy father lies
Of his bones are coral made
Those are pearls that were his eyes
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange
- Shakespeare,
The Tempest
, Act I, Scene II.
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