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
Love the picture !! How goes the trek to lose weight ? I was trying a bit ago but unfortunately....I still have Christmas baking that needs attending too....thats my story and I'm sticking to it !! LOL !!
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why are you a black woman? is this at your sister's house?
ReplyDeleteThis is the only way I can show my Sub-Saharan African side:-) Yes, at Elenore's. See mother's weaving on the table?
ReplyDeleteLove the picture !! How goes the trek to lose weight ? I was trying a bit ago but unfortunately....I still have Christmas baking that needs attending too....thats my story and I'm sticking to it !! LOL !!
ReplyDeleteYou are an amazing artist!
ReplyDeleteNice it is good work!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteI think you just have a tan, I love it!!!