“Existence was not only absurd, it was plain hard work.”

Charles Bukowski

Hey. Hiya. Bonjour.

I'm Abigail, not Abby, and I have a few stories to tell.

I enjoy the scorching hot tea on a cold night and long strolls in the spring, summer, autumn and winter.

I like the color of wheat fields in the sun and the taste of white chocolate.

I love the disturbed and strange.

Hope you enjoy.