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
oh lovely! Love the movement of your pieces. They feel like they are moving and I can see their character so well. Really wonderful! Have a lovely and wonderful weekend!
I couldn't wait to see what you created for this week. I am not disappointed. She is amazing. Such sass in stance and expression. Very well done. I wish I could join 29 faces but I simply don't have the time these days. Plus I liked it better when it was on her blog. Anyway, thank you for sharing Miss Sass with FFO and have the best weekend.
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ReplyDeleteoh lovely! Love the movement of your pieces. They feel like they are moving and I can see their character so well. Really wonderful! Have a lovely and wonderful weekend!
ReplyDeleteI couldn't wait to see what you created for this week. I am not disappointed. She is amazing. Such sass in stance and expression. Very well done. I wish I could join 29 faces but I simply don't have the time these days. Plus I liked it better when it was on her blog. Anyway, thank you for sharing Miss Sass with FFO and have the best weekend.
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