Hello, Trixie. You’ve gone pinkish. “I need you to be honest with me: are you going to show up at my house one day?” Am I invited? “No. Not at all.” Then I will not. “Promise?” I don’t have the follow-through to be a stalker. “I’ll take it.” This is a very sweet picture. “I … Continue reading Gatecrashers At The Pipes Of Dawn