Sleep hath its own world,
And a wide realm of wild reality,
And dreams in their development have breath,
And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy.
The Dream, Lord Byron (1816)
Friday, April 13, 2007
un-lindy-fied.
Just realised that I haven't danced for two weeks. 0.o
1 comment:
i will dance
i will sing
to be mad
for my king
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