"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts..."
-- William Shakespeare, "As You Like It," Act II, Scene VII
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Autumn Winds
They walked together in the twilight, arm in arm, down the boulevard and onto the bridge. She had never felt so happy. She glanced up at him...
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From the whole gang at Potter's Sketchbook (all one of us) to you, here's hoping you indeed have a most merry Christmas and a happ... -
There's no story behind this poor little doodle except that it was inspired by an Anthony van Dyck portrait... and that's no h... -
It had been a harsh and bitter year for her. All the ghosts she stored in glass flasks in the cellar had freed themselves. Then the monsters...
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