My husband's work went up in flames today. Please pray for us. I have pics, but Blogger isn't letting me post them. I'll post them later.
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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.
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We are still praying.
I saw all the coverage on TV at noon. We were at the YMCA watching it all one TV. So sad.
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