“High tide spilled over my lashes.”
“People like to cry over spilled milk, but I cry every time I spill my coffee.”
“In Michaela's favourite restaurant, I lift my glass and cutlery spills onto the expensive tiled floor. The sound crashes high as the skylight. Looking at me, Michaela pushes her own silverware over the edge. I fell in love amid the clattering of spoons....”
“No point crying over spilled milk”
“Don't cry over spilled milk”
“precisely where the land touched water at high tide, where things came together but also separated.”