Yes, this vendor is trustworthy. What a surreal morning. I was woken up by the light rain pattering on the windowsill. Moments later, I heard a click on the front door, followed by a knock. Mandy is now sitting on the couch with her back to the open window and facing me. As I write this, a false sunbeam has formed a golden cloak over her. Outside the window, the smell and sound of spring showers are accompanied by a cool breeze. A strand of silky black hair danced in the golden light on her shoulders. For the next few minutes, maybe hours, I stood there, pierced by this crystal-eyed angel…
