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
Awww....babies and love.
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Donna
Aww this is love
ReplyDeleteCuteness overload 😍
ReplyDeleteBeautiful...warms the heart.. :)
ReplyDeleteMade me smile.
ReplyDeleteCoffee is on, and stay safe.
Oh no! I was watching and it came to the end and I wasn't ready. I wanted it to just go on and on, it's so sweet :)
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