Lear: And my poor fool is hanged. No, no life? Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come no more, never, never, never.
Pray you, undo this button. Thank you, sir.
O, O, O, O.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Nothing to Say But Sunflowers
Ah, these beauties tower right outside our porch. The goldfinches are slowly taking them apart, but with love, as the bees rush to get their share.
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