03-18-2016, 04:49 AM
With every subsequent piece, I continue to feel touched by how delicately you string together such images of sweet sensibility. My heart is fluttering. It is no wonder I often compare your thoughts to drinking a smooth, yet rich, wine. Sweet on the tip of my tongue, yet deeply warm and intoxicating.
"Each night has one sound I know: the moon against the water like your cheek across mine in another life." – Sara Eliza Johnson