The Hay Mow
As I awoke I was greeted by the musty smell of the couch cushions I had decided to take a nap upon. The phonograph was playing the loud, waspy sound of a needle going around and around at the end of a Steppen Wolf album. I rolled up into a sitting position and rubbed the sleep dust from my eyes, as my brain was transitioning from dream state to stark reality a memory suddenly popped up, oh yah, tonight was the party night at one our favorite locations, a beautiful... simple and casual wedding collections in short length