“So I’m figuring this is death. The little air left in the cockpit is toxic with marthenine, and I can only wonder how much of it I have breathed in. Is my throat becoming raw hamburger? My lungs, oatmeal?” — Kea Alwang Copy Share Image
“That’s when I notice Cheryl and Mickey cuddled up on the couch. She’s leaning on his shoulder, his arm around her, her leg across… — Kea Alwang Copy Share Image
“So I’m figuring this is death. The little air left in the cockpit is toxic with marthenine, and I can only wonder how much… — Kea Alwang Copy Share Image
“So is this being in love? I stay with the moment, waiting to find out, the space between us fluctuating with uncertainty. The only… — Kea Alwang Copy Share Image
