Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,


Creeps in this petty pace from day to day


To the last syllable of recorded time,


And all our yesterays 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.


 


Macbeth, V.v.19-28 (Macbeth)


-Shakespeare


 


Back to school tomorrow…what will this year bring? What will I bring to this year?

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