Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Clouds Robert Frost and Shakespeare

Nothing but clouds.
 . . in every direction.  It is raining.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep. ~ Robert Frost.

"I count myself in nothing else so happy as in a soul remembering my good friends." Richard the Second, Shakespeare

We should work to live, not live to work. ~ Marie Bostwick, The Second Sister

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