2010-06-22

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Nereida, seven weeks. After her first instensive period of independence and rambling through the hills among her fellows, she returned to the habit of spending her days close to the mobile home.

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Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

~ William Butler Yeats ~