

I feel enveloped by happy, warm, friendly kindness and love right now.
Or maybe it's the Fume Blanc.
One never really knows.
Michael hates having his picture taken (the last one was taken as I pretended to get a horizon shot while we were on Salt Spring Island, and then instead I whipped the camera over my shoulder and took a blind, backwards shot, catching him by surprise). I've never fully understood his aversion to me taking his picture. He's the reason that I got home at 7am this morning.

Sooooooooooooooo much.
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