To all my sisters,
Not of blood but of the heart
There’s the magic
Swift as a shadow, short as any dreams;
Brief as a lightning in the collied night
That in a spleen unfolds both heaven and earth,
And ere a man hath power to say, ‘Behold!’
The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
So quick bright things come to confusion.
~william shakespeare~
Not of blood but of the heart
There’s the magic
Swift as a shadow, short as any dreams;
Brief as a lightning in the collied night
That in a spleen unfolds both heaven and earth,
And ere a man hath power to say, ‘Behold!’
The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
So quick bright things come to confusion.
~william shakespeare~
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