And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.– William Shakespeare (A Midsummer Night’s Dream)
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.– William Shakespeare (A Midsummer Night’s Dream)
staciamonethipkins 