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.
Crafts the boys made at VBS
Mark's window cling
Mark's fish
Mark's paper mache fish
Mark's drink holder
Ross only went 2 nights~
Ross' paper mache fish
Ross' drink holder
Made possible by Gretchen at 3:31 PM
1 comments:
How cute! I LOVE Mark's paper mache' fish.
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