I’m under the weather at the moment, so just a picture prompt, along with a few quotes from Shakespeare’s The Tempest today for inspiration.
I would fain die a dry death. I, i, 73
Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:
Curtsied when you have, and kiss’d–
The wild waves whist,–
Foot it featly here and there. I, ii, 375
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made:
Those are the pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange. I, ii, 394
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