“The night is cool, maybe fifty degrees, and ambivalent breezes rustle palmfronds, spread exhaust.” — Martin Seay Copy Share Image
“The night is cool, maybe fifty degrees, and ambivalent breezes rustle palmfronds, spread exhaust.” — Martin Seay Copy Share Image
“Her wide smile is probably intended to be disarming, but it's straying into cymbal-playing-monkey territory and has pretty much the opposite effect.” — Martin Seay Copy Share Image
