14 February 2011
07 February 2011
05 February 2011
Twenty-five years later on my wedding day as the rays of the sun begin to reach over the storm clouds, I look out the window and hear my grandmother's voice, "Don't worry, they've sprinkled gold dust on the path, the sun will come out and your future is bright."
Tis just another magpie tale---for more, step this way!