“I remember being unusually pensive that May evening, perhaps it was the heat of Spring's first warm day which, encountering my thick winter blood, forced a dilution upward into a brain weary of straining the last six months to overcome… — Neal Cassady Copy Share Image
“His scent, the scent of spring, warm and hopefuly as the sunlight that filled this place, poured through me.” — Andrea Cremer Copy Share Image
