meadow

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"Keats: I had such a dream last night. I was floating above the trees with my lips connected to those of a beautiful figure, for what seemed like an age. Flowery treetops sprung up beneath us and we rested on them with the lightness of a cloud. Brawne: Who was the figure? Keats: I must have had my eyes closed because I can't remember. Brawne: And yet you remember the treetops. Keats: Not so well as I remember the lips. Brawne: Whose lips? Were they my lips?"... BRIGHT STAR