the lovely poers.

These are some precious people to Adam and I. They have been good friends to us over the past few years and we love them to death!

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars...-Jack Kerouac