She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Oh so rare that we show ourselves.
Inside a sweat lodge, getting ready to channel Billy Joel, drinking my third mug of the evening, but only the second frosty one. Just so you have a record of where I am right now. The hair is whiter, but I have never felt younger.
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