Tess of the D’Urbervilles

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.
John Keats 

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Opaque  by  andbamnan