Chromodoris magnifica are blest
Do eastern stars slope never west,
Nor pallid ashes follow fire:
If hours be years the twain are blest,
For now they solace swift desire.
(Photo by Edouard Potjes.)
Friday, November 16, 2007
Friday Nudibranch Blogging
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3 comments:
Those look like a strange desert. Amazing the varieties of teh little buggers.
Both the photograph and words are beautiful.
That was a wicked awesome fish. It looked like a Chinese dragon at first glance.
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