Whether we are mended, or where better they,
Or revolution be the same.
O, sure I am the wits of former days
To subjects worse have given admiring praise.
William Shakespeare
Oct 7, 2006
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About Me
- brow of calm
- I am the garden in which you wander; I am the pool that reflects the moonlight and the nightingale that sings as you walk beneath the trees. I am the breeze that rustles your wings, reflecting distant moonbeams.
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