smoness: Exactly like a perfect bowl of soup.
smoness: "It feels like coming home," she said.
smoness: Reaching,
smoness: Next time I'll try the lemon-lime.
smoness: Stubble
smoness: "I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat."
smoness: The climb is never the hard part, actually.
smoness: Pulp
smoness: When the thunder calls out and the pores of the earth open up, and the heat in the air smells like the back of your neck.
smoness: Lava-like lust in flavors of wine and water alike: the rain
smoness: New Creative Motto
smoness: A Torch-like Gesture
smoness: The Space Between Floating and Falling