On White Claw, fireworks, and brunch
I feel you on the White Claws. Also, I misread your last line at first and substituted the word “light” for fight which I think speaks volumes about where you (and your writing) live in my psyche ✨✨✨
aaaaaahhh Catherine 😌
I feel you on the White Claws. Also, I misread your last line at first and substituted the word “light” for fight which I think speaks volumes about where you (and your writing) live in my psyche ✨✨✨
aaaaaahhh Catherine 😌