No need to tell you about my self-explanatory love for words (isn't that why we're all here?)... I will, however, tell you about my love for the great outdoors, for seeing new things and meeting new people, for picnics, for photographs, for books that beg to be read in a single sitting, for cozy naps, for baking up a storm, for corduroy and sweaters, for real(crackling,wood) fires, for junior mints, for arts&crafts, for laying beneath the stars, and for conversations that are courageous enough to delve beneath the sticky surface that traps most of our utterances.
