the sea within us, continued
"and year by year our memory fades From all the circles of the hill"
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Alas! poor Yorick
I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times
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