You hugged Sarah until she gave in and cried.
Gave Alicia glass mason jar mugs - with lids - so she could transport her wine.
Made all the youngsters drool with lust.
Liz...
I don't even fucking know anymore.
You are love. And all the shit and elation that comes along with it.
the wonderings, wanderings, happenings, and writings of yet another seemingly insignificant voice.
