Where art thou, oh, precious spectacles?
Ode to my ‘flying glasses’: O most precious spectacles, thou art fled!Mine eyes, now prisoners to mist obscure,Do mourn thy absence like the waning moon,Deprived of night’s celestial glow impure.…
Ode to my ‘flying glasses’: O most precious spectacles, thou art fled!Mine eyes, now prisoners to mist obscure,Do mourn thy absence like the waning moon,Deprived of night’s celestial glow impure.…
I only found one bar so far. I saw it last year… but didn’t try it. That may have been a mistake… it’s difficult to find now. I guess locals…
May your goose be cooked – perfectly! If you’ve stuffed up the turkey, or beefed up the roast,… may you truly know that is what makes Christmas great! So before…
I liked this shirt way back in May. But I bought in Japan and not gray, but cream. It’s a great shirt. I’m surprised I didn’t post it before.