"He clasps the crag with crooked hands.
Close to the sun in lonely lands.
Ringed with the azure world he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls.
He watches from his mountain walls.
And like a thunderbolt he falls...".
'The Eagle' By A. Lord Tennyson
Friday, April 15, 2016
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