Our travels now are ended. These our pictures,
As I foretold you, were all pixels and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this blog-p'st,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
Summer travels 2013: Italy and New England
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