“What if all tomorrow brings is ashes and glass, and I can’t tell you child, ‘this too shall pass.’ If all the world were windswept, cold and gray. And in the end there’s nothing left to say.” ~ Bob Weir
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“What if all tomorrow brings is ashes and glass, and I can’t tell you child, ‘this too shall pass.’ If all the world were windswept, cold and gray. And in the end there’s nothing left to say.” ~ Bob Weir