The Tempest

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The meaning behind this one is kind of personal, but the lines are from the very end of the epilogue of The Tempest:

As you from crimes would pardon’d be,

Let your indulgence set me free.
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I want to get back into the bubble, honeycomb-ish formation, though this weird detour with the scattered motifs was probably appropriate considering where I am right now. I was hoping to fit the above lines inside of one, but even considering how small the text ended up being, I could not make it fit for the life of me.