Brilliant, fierce; i knew you had it in you.

Outside my ugainly, open salvage-yard door, the sky is an inordinate blue, and the new-green aspen leaves swivel their shoulders like flamenco artistes

As I was reading this review, coffee water heated in me kettle. Now I have prepared the remede noir & just took that first sip. mmmmm.

Why do I (we?) so delight in altered states?

good morning, my fair monde!
Jenny

umm, Leipzig is spelled wrong(ly)

Marc, the Internet is never wrong.