“Lowkey punchdrunk off this Sangria-sweet love and all it’s prodigious trappings…”
“Raw Living: Picking blackberries, beneath late afternoon sun; a sunset reminiscent of watermelon sangria, as the scent of honeysuckle accosts me and the ducks waddle into the lake. Thanking Mama Nature for her abundance. Loving this candied-sweet southern life.”
“It’s sweet. All this trouble for a kitty.”
“We’re all trapped in a net of consequences, condemned to paths outside our control. It’s the way of things.”
“It may be prodigious, but it's all Greek to me!”
“I don’t know. She was a sweet girl. As sweet as they come. I don’t know why I didn’t love her. It’s something you can’t really control.”