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
Nice one
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much🤍love
Oh, you wag!
ReplyDeleteOh so simple yet profound ... you are the clever one :) Have a great week, Annie ...
ReplyDeleteAndrea @ From the Sol
I like it. And the notes themselves are so handy.
ReplyDeleteI had to look for a minute until I saw "sticky note"
ReplyDelete...don't get stuck today!
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