And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name..
-William Shakespeare,
A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act v. Sc. 1.
In this airy nothing called cyberspace these are observations of creativity in many forms, of my
reality, the shapes of my imagination and dreams, reflecting one woman's view of the world around her.
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