What is the light without the dark? Steppin' out with my friend Brie, we ponder the sneaking shadows and what better to walk those paths in than our star skull socks.
Winter wraps not for the feint of heart, but worthy of those with whispers of eternity shinning in their eyes.
"A thousand accidents control our meeting here, clasp hand in hand and swear to meet me in that land where love holds converse soul to soul."
