Standingstones
Celestial
It’s time for the shrink!Seems like an overnight maintenance routine, lots of everyday stuff in there and things on my mind repackaged.
That said, how in the hell did the sweet old lady that lived down the block from me where I grew up even make it in there ? I knock on the door and say hello and it's just who I remember. Then she lifts up her dress - the embroidered muumuu I remember - and waves hairy man junk at me exclaiming 'I'm just like you' WTF ??!!
Please help me understand ........