Sparkling honey-colored liquidΒ Β waits, a bored date, a veil of ten thousand beads.
Why not just stop? Why not just? You are not a prisoner. Can walk away, heels turning up and over stones without a ****. Why not? Why?
You---- variant of swilling ancestry dug up and replanted 1685 miles to miss a death, a birth, a marriage or two still can be seated down and the similarity is striking when we hold the glass.
You--- wishing to escape an invisible trap you maybe knew at one point existed but drank it in and conquered it so you thought why not?