I got this in my e-mail today. Thought it was great. Click on it to read the caption at the bottom.
1.11.2007
Made possible by Gretchen at 12:52 AM
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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.
Made possible by Gretchen at 12:52 AM
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Oh my goodness, that makes me tear up. What an incredible, sweet story.
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