Occasionally in life there are those moments of unutterable fulfillment which cannot be completely explained by those symbols called words. Their meanings can only be articulated by the inaudible language of the heart.

Well, MSTability-wise, it should be pretty good. The plot makes less sense every time I think about it...

a girl cropping culverkeys and cowslips, all to make garlands

Some of the most political dykes in town had already converted, tossing out their Levi's and Birkenstocks in favor of poodle skirts and heels.