"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." Tempest Act 4 William Shakespeare

Monday, March 13, 2017

FUZZY EARLY MORNING DEW

©Andy deBruyn

Early morning dew.

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