"Yea, all which it inherit - shall dissolve, and like this insubstantial pageant faded, leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff as dreams are made on - and our little life is rounded with a sleep." Tempest Act 4 William Shakespeare

Thursday, December 8, 2016


A couple of things seen while strolling through Liberty Hill...but not for long...because it was
40 degrees and dropping fast and leaves were blowing down the street.

©Andy deBruyn

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