I dreamed as in my bed I lay, All night's fathomless wisdom come, That I had shorn my locks away And laid them on Love's lettered tomb: But something bore them out of sight In a great tumult of the air, And after nailed upon the night Berenice's burning hair. -W.B. Yeats

This is nifty!! It's senior picture time and we have already begun. I wish I had come across this one before Ali and I left the beach!!

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