"Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day.
To the last syllable of recorded history;
All our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard from no more.
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing"
Macbeth
Pure amazement.
~)-LoveHas-(~
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