“I don’t keep track of time. Im lost in the sameness of the stale air and humming of the plane. My eyelids keep slipping down, but whenever I close them, all I see is the white of snow. I don’t… — Karen Kincy Copy Share Image
“I always find grocery stores surreal. Fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, wide aisles tempting me to run, vivid ads tugging my gaze this way and… — Karen Kincy Copy Share Image
“He looks sexy in a black army jacket - brass buttons and braids - over a white shirt. I have to admit, he's got… — Karen Kincy Copy Share Image
“I don’t keep track of time. Im lost in the sameness of the stale air and humming of the plane. My eyelids keep slipping… — Karen Kincy Copy Share Image
“I prefer not to be called 'cute' or 'little,' thank you very much." He grins again. "I should get a T-shirt that says that.” — Karen Kincy Copy Share Image
“There’s something beautiful about forgetting, about letting your thoughts melt into wordless blur of scents unwinding on the wind and paws skimming the ground… — Karen Kincy Copy Share Image
“We lie together, then, warm in the chill of the night. Outside, in the amber glow of the streetlights, it begins to snow. Gwen’s… — Karen Kincy Copy Share Image
