Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
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minimal recursive textural hyperdimensional refraction of the everlasting pulse, photograph by claud lorrain, max ernst, collage cutout style