[…]all the clerks were waving: “Au revoir, Sally.” “Mmmm, tray bon, y′all!” She flashed the peace sign again and clattered away in her ankle-strap shoes like a crack of sunshine on a foggy day.

Can you hear me?

The beautiful meadows set the mood As most scenetics do

Generally, as I have said, my inebrieties were nocturnal only, and the day paid the penalty of the night’s excess.