Yet Another Snapshot: Revelations in Reverie
The difference a year makes ...
“Another year, huh?” I think to myself out loud, letting out a soft whisper into the ocean breeze. Seven years seems like nothing until you sit there and actually reminisce. She still has a cup attached to her like my last name but it’s different than last year. Now, when the glass sweats, alcohol isn’t what drops from its…
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