In Photos: Twenty
In one of these photos, the man is pinching my backside! I’ll let you figure which photo.
In one of these photos, the man is pinching my backside! I’ll let you figure which photo.
Every time I pass under the arbor I whisper to the Nelly Moser, “Open, Open, Open.” Which, when you think about it, is a pretty good mantra for your soul too.
and breathing in lilacs during my sleep. Simple pleasures for a complicated life.
. . . when everything is in bloom.