Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
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I heard about your flood problems on the radio today. Hope the water subsides soon.
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness! I hope that bridge is far away from your home!
ReplyDeleteNow that's a scary sight! Your state is getting too much rain, ours not enough. Is there anyone out there with normal weather these days?
ReplyDeleteOh, my!!
ReplyDeleteThat looks dangerous and VERY cool!!!
WHOA!
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