Heading south on the MoPac access road, it's the last clump of trees before West Enfield Park. Some subversive visual poet strung up some plain white lights to illuminate the trees and add some beauty to the urban landscape. The lights are still hanging in the tree, but unfortunately, they're left un-lit with ever-increasing frequency. Maybe some explicit appreciation for the person behind the plot can get those suckers turned on more often.
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