these breaths that I let my lungs collect are "love me" tinder that might just burn s'more.
Ask me anything
The handle of the mug was hot in her hand, but she did not set it down. Instead she focused on the sounds coming across the table.
Oh, yes. The sounds.
"Do you think that evolution stops once a species obtains sentience. That once we all stop getting eaten by other animals, we are cast into immortal bronze?"