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June 10, 2014
Who totters forth, wrapp'd in a gauzy veil,
Out of her chamber, led by the insane
And feeble wanderings of her fading brain,
The moon arose up in the murky East,
A white and shapeless mass.
-- Shelley
Posted by gerardvanderleun at June 10, 2014 12:51 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.