Mark Tucker

15.09.2011 in14:29 in Без рубрики -->


… And I thought it was dead. Thought last year was the bitter end. Thought it was bankrupt. I love going there for the grilled corn, and for the Rabbit Barn, and for the cats, and for the Poultry Barn, and to watch the sheep being sheered. But I decided today, it’s best to go at night; sometimes, when the lights are on, there’s just too much reality, and not enough fantasy.