
Rosé Colored Glasses Same corner stool, It’d become a habit, an end of the day ritual like her morning cup of java and cig. “God, I miss smoking in a bar.” Unable to resist the way the light illuminated the bottles … Continue reading
Rosé Colored Glasses Same corner stool, It’d become a habit, an end of the day ritual like her morning cup of java and cig. “God, I miss smoking in a bar.” Unable to resist the way the light illuminated the bottles … Continue reading