O that this too too solid flesh would melt,Thaw and resolve itself into a dew,
...That it should come to this--
But two months dead, nay not so much, not two --
So exellent a King, that was to his
Hyperion to a satyr...
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Feeric!
marvellously melancholy
Oh yes! This stuff is fan-tastic.
How I wish I could stroll about San Fran and serendipitously stumble over these manifestations of ingenious whimsy.
This is such a cool idea!
..on the ramparts..
The foreboding here is unbearable. I have china weld handy. She looks so vulnerable, this is priceless
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