Five o’clock Perhaps it was that champagne five-o’clock light slanting through our glass walls, golden-warm like honey we licked straight from hive Yes, perhaps it was those low, sun-softened shadows, that[…]
Five o’clock Perhaps it was that champagne five-o’clock light slanting through our glass walls, golden-warm like honey we licked straight from hive Yes, perhaps it was those low, sun-softened shadows, that[…]