When the wind is southerly I know a hawk from a handsaw.
23.1.10
Oh Shenandoah
Homebrew cider and strangers singing seashanties in the hall Yellowlit conversations about johnstoa, alaska and (pubic) hair Sprained ankles, peas, and Becherovka the snow outside the lights within teeming masses an interesting turn of phrase Charred coffee, chow mein and cowboy hat double recombinance