
Boa, Jonathan Kriz, flickr
North Carolina summer night at Mama’s, with Jeff playing with the boa as it arcs and stretches toward the chandelier, the sweet scent of mountain laurel wafting through the window, Jeff and I doubled in fits of laughter, high. Mama turning on the light, glares. Party over.
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Thank you, Lee!
You’re welcome! Tonight, I read your writings in the “about” section of your blog. Much respect to you.