The witch that came (the withered hag)
To wash the steps with pail and rag,
Was once the beauty Abishag.
...a collection of images i like & random happenings in my life.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
the two hours's traffic of our stage...
give me my romeo; and, when he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night, and pay no worship to the garish sun.
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