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
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So pretty. Reminds me of my youth.
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That is great.
ReplyDeleteLove the vibrancy of the red roof.
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ReplyDeleteI do like old barns.
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ReplyDeleteBarns have a mystic feel...nice
ReplyDeleteGreat art. Love the roof.
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