Hi. I'm Anne.

psychotic potato dwarf(s)

previously tiffanymaxwelling

It’s as cold as a November night at home. One where I’ve slipped into the woods, lantern in hand, to join Gale at some prearranged place where we’ll sit bundled together, sipping herb tea from metal flasks wrapped in quilting, hoping game will pass our way as the morning comes on.

Oh, Gale, I think. If only you had my back now…