"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

Thursday, June 29, 2017


©Andy deBruyn

One of my kitchen plants. Spend the first part of the day exchanging glassy eyed stares with it and drinking my coffee.

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