Come, faeries, take me out of this dull house!
Let me have all the freedom I have lost;
Work when I will and idle when I will!
Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,
For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame.
-W.B. Yeats
The entirety of this poem is beautiful but long so I posted my favorite few lines.
And this picture, I'm entirely aware, is a photograph of leaves eaten by what is probably a very hungry bug of sorts. However, I found the pattern and how the light hit this patch of woods quite stunning so I'll post it anyway! Whatever ate away at these leaves seemed to have a very specific eating pattern.
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