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
Well she is beautiful. Have a nice day today.
ReplyDeleteMy youngest grandchild.
DeleteShe's most beautiful. Grandchildren are far more precious than our own kids.
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Wow. She's beautiful, I'll bet she takes after you.
ReplyDeleteOh Annie - she is such a beauty Beautiful eyes and a smile with teeth to die for. Bet she’s brainy as well 😊
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