And when white moths were on the wing/and mothlike stars were flickering out

Yeats, "The Song of the Wandering Aengus." My favorite poem. Yeat's work is poetry, true, but if (most of) his stuff can't be classified as fantasy, I don't know what can be.
Also, I am at the library, and don't have my other books in front of me.
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A good thing: I am looking for apartments, etc., once again and realized I can utilize the libraries for this purpose instead of complaining how my internet connection never lets me do anything.

Two bad things: my sister is moving to college, and I cannot go with her, because I have to watch the dog. Lotusblosm is moving to Washington D.C. next week.

A good thing: Even more impetus to move.

( Sei & Spooniest Come Visit )

( My Grandparents and the Hurricane )

( Why I Really Really Need to Move )