"When earth's last picture is painted, and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colors have faded, and youngest critic has died, We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it --lie down for an aeon or two. Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall set us to work anew..." ~Rudyard Kipling~
Here we are in December 2020. The last month of the second decade of the 21st century.
I suppose some of us at a certain age or a frame of mind, might recall once read Villon's words, “Mais où sont les neiges d'antan?”
Tempus fugit.
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The LORD shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.
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