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.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell,
Ding Dong.
Hark! now I hear them, ding-dong bell.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Summertime
Smokey, iced lapsang souchong tea with lime and an oregano blossom * garlands of paper butterflies * working on the patio under the shade of the umbrella * anticipating the arrival of an out-of-town friend
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