As the impudence sweats away the sentimentality from my nostalgia, I roll my neck around its base and stretch.
The muscles, memory, and mood loosen.
The beads fall to the ground and the salt lingers, but there are worse tasting things than salt.
As the impudence sweats away the sentimentality from my nostalgia, I roll my neck around its base and stretch.
The muscles, memory, and mood loosen.
The beads fall to the ground and the salt lingers, but there are worse tasting things than salt.