Where’s The Nobakes, Teresa?

And though the skies are grey here, and the leaves are beginning to fall…my head is still tilted to where the sun is supposed to be. My skin still glows and tingles from where you last touched me. And my lips remain that rosey color….I dressed to match the sky, today. Everything seems to run a little bit slower, like stop animation in my mind. But nothing else has ever seemed more clear to me.

Leigha.