Welcome
Thank you for docking at Beacon Alcove. While you refuel, visit my blog, feed my tamaNOTchi, discover your fate and sign my guestbook.
I come out of my cave and into the dark forest, alerting you to my presence. Please. Sit. Eat.
I point to a tray on a coffee table filled with fruit and cheese. A fly lands on an overripe apricot. You have a
look on your face. It is dangerous in the forest, you know.
I give you a lipstick-stained mug of
. You stare into it, but do not drink. You never know who you might find out there. In the woods.
You are
. You were alone in the woods. Surely meeting someone on your path would be better than being alone, you think. Most people are smarter than sharing where they are.
