“She tasted like buried treasure and swing swets and coffee. She tasted the way fireworks felt, like something you could get close… — Robyn Schneider Copy Share Image
“My own blood always tasted disappointing. I wondered if it tasted that way to God too.” — Eli Wilde Copy Share Image
“She tasted like buried treasure and swing sets and coffee. She tasted the way fireworks felt, like something you could get close… — Robyn Schneider Copy Share Image
