oh my. where ever did you get this dirt????

:}

dreamier.

it's the 'tea' that ruins it--not intimate enough/too casual...:
mebbe
sipping honeyed nectar, golden hued

dude, that ROCKS!!!!!

we travelled around a lot. and drank ale a lot.

see what comes of too much ale? i can't remember where we ate in york, then. we stayed at lancaster university. there was a pub in town called the penny barrel, or the penny bank, or something...

i don't recall. i had so many good ales. we lunched at the black bull in haworth. good beer. good jacket potatoes.

d-r-i-n-k-i-n-g a-l-e.

maybe. did your cacky pants have any straw in them? did they reek of frankinsence or myrrh? was it GOLD???? did baby Jesu leave a GOLDEN NUGGET in your knickers>????

yorkshire is lovely, as i remember it. the stone...well, everything...very appealing to me. actually, the only time i felt the presence of a higher power on this earth, the only time i felt as thought organized religion might be onto something other than control and mass submission, i was standing on the flags in yorkminster cathedral. the sun was shattering across the stones, and the clock was chiming, and i felt SOMETHING. for once. in my life. and it felt good.

manic depression, babycakes. bipolar. woo-hoo.

oh. ha. ha.
(i see my sense of humor's gone missing again. woe is me!)