“Just to try. The smooth surface resists, resists, and erupts in my mouth: seeds, juice, acid, blood of a perfect household. The way, when I finally went sailing, my stomach was rocked from inside out. Little boat, big sea. Handful… — Sandra Beasley Copy Share Image
“You are that moment before falling, the falling, a whir of falling, a wail of falling, the sweet thud.” — Sandra Beasley Copy Share Image
“Just to try. The smooth surface resists, resists, and erupts in my mouth: seeds, juice, acid, blood of a perfect household. The way, when… — Sandra Beasley Copy Share Image
