These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air. And like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself— Yea, all which it inherit—shall dissolve, And like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
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Cocktails
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Ebb tide...
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Front porch, sunday morning
Fairychimes
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We cancelled cable three days ago.
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Sometimes there's nothing you can do.
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