
"Nothing
of him that doth fade
But
doth
suffer
a
sea-change
Into
something
rich
and
strange."
From The
Tempest, Act I, Scene II
by
William
Shakespeare
"Well
she's
walking
through
the
clouds with a
circus mind that's
running round.
Butterflies and
zebras
and moonbeams and fairy tales --
that's all she ever thinks about,
riding with the wind. "
From Little
Wing by Jimi Hendrix


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