Pages 21 and 22

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Here we see the Sonnet Shakespeares themselves inspiring the birth of their own mind-child sonnets, and all of them jumping in to the sands of time to avoid Father Time's scythe. The book containing the sonnets will prove to be an excellent vehicle to protect the sonnet pages from wear and tear as they spin towards their future in the bottom half of the hourglass.

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This is the opening line of the first sonnet, in which Sonnet Shakespeare is born from the third eye / mind of his maker, the "Real" Shakespeare (the Bard, the author and poet who lived 400+ years ago).

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The text of the first sonnet as seen from the back of the sonnet's looking glass, through which we can very faintly make out the view of Echo on the other side.

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The text of the first sonnet, which we read along with Echo.

FRom fairest creatures we desire increase,

That thereby beauties Rose might never die,

But as the riper should by time decease,

His tender heir might bear his memory:

But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,

Feed'st thy lights flame with self-substantial fuel,

Making a famine where abundance lies,

Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:

Thou that art now the worlds fresh ornament,

And only herald to the gaudy spring,

Within thine own bud buriest thy content,

And tender churl makest waste in niggarding:

   Pity the world, or else this glutton be,

   To eat the worlds due, by the grave and thee.

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The magic moment has finally arrived - we're diving into the first sonnet! We begin looking at Shakespeare's reflection from the previous page, but now the reflection is in a puddle of ink that's drying up to form the words of the sonnet behind which the Bard's spirit is imprisoned.

We are also introduced to the reincarnation of Echo, the fickle maid from the sistering vale in "A Lover's Complaint". And, as you can see... she is us, the readers.

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