“A sheen of tiny drops, all of them trapped in the glow of the stoplight and reflecting red onto my hands and face and neck. It's beautiful. I'm beautiful. There's no one around to see it, but maybe that's okay.” — Lauren Karcz Copy Share Image
“A sheen of tiny drops, all of them trapped in the glow of the stoplight and reflecting red onto my hands and face and… — Lauren Karcz Copy Share Image
