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[02 Apr 2030|11:42am] |
"The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
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
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