"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 15, 2016


It was cold this morning...44 degrees...but walking around it felt like 33. The house was warm and felt stuffy so I went for a ride around the neighborhood. Jumping out when I saw something that looked interesting.  

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