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
Always fun!
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I recall blowing bubbles.
ReplyDeleteBubbles are such fun, at any age. There is no angry way to say bubbles.
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ReplyDelete...I wish you a happy spring, blowing bubbles.
ReplyDeleteEaster Bubbles, right? An adorable picture ...
ReplyDeleteAndrea @ From the Sol