“And you, whose pastime is to make midnight mushrooms…”
~ William Shakespeare ~
Digitally enhanced image created from an original photo of street art taken in Paris in June 2018.
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PURPLE SHROOM
Categories: Photography, Poetry
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“I am…a mushroom on whom the dew of heaven drops now and then” ~ John Ford, The Broken Heart (1633)