ｏｎｃｅ, ｅｎｄｌｅｓｓｌｙ

somewhere on the shore of Lake Michigan - Jul 29 2022

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"Our revels now are ended. 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-capp’d 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."

 

The Tempest, Act 4 Scene 1

Done