Uncloistered

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  “She gazed ahead through a long reach of future days strung together like pearls in a rosary, every one like the others, and all smooth and flawless and innocent, and her heart went up in thankfulness. Outside was the fervid summer afternoon; the air was filled with the sounds of the busy harvest of men and birds and bees; there were halloos, metallic clatterings, sweet calls, and long hummings. Louisa sat, prayerfully numbering her days, like an uncloistered nun.” A New England Nun By Mary E. Wilkins Freeman (1852–1930)

Happy Birthday, William Shakespeare

"Alas, poor cupcake. I knew him Horatio! A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy."

The Bard was born April 23, 1564 and died April 23, 1616. He wrote, “With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.” ("Merchant of Venice," Act 1, Scene 1).

Guildenstern ponders, "The only beginning is birth and the only end is death – if you can't count on that, what can you count on?" (Tom Stoppard)




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