Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this daughter of York; And all the clouds that low'r'd upon our house. In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

Saturday, August 13, 2016

August 13, 2016

.....wonder if the sudden moments of disbelief ever go away....

 "Memories and reality often meet in strange places"
Nancy McDaniel

Well said Nance....very well said indeed.


Posted by at

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)