Looking up the driveway
Front yard
Our house
Coming in the front door
Looking straight off our back porch
To the right
To the left
7.29.2006
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Made possible by Gretchen at 7:59 PM
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To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, 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.
Looking up the driveway
Front yard
Our house
Coming in the front door
Looking straight off our back porch
To the right
To the left
Made possible by Gretchen at 7:59 PM
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