It was a lovely evening, and even though we didn't get home until the wee morning hours, it was totally worth the drive.
Myself, Mr. Twain, and Alix getting some fresh air on the back patio. |
The sporadic life and times of a moonlighting living history interpreter (sometimes turned experimental archaeologist) and my dirty little secret: historical fashion and interpretation.
Myself, Mr. Twain, and Alix getting some fresh air on the back patio. |
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