Philology and esoterica: scribblings, ravings and mutterings.
Sunday, September 11, 2005
This is how we pass an idle hour here in Oregon: picking blackberries. I am, at the risk of my coveted anonymity, the one underneath. The lady atop, however, is not my wife.
This is how we pass an idle hour here in Oregon: picking blackberries. I am, at the risk of my coveted anonymity, the one underneath. The lady atop, however, is not my wife.