Whiskey + Moonlight © Day 6

DAY 6: In the tiny bar we grab a booth in a dark corner. I can’t help but order the usual, as does he, and so begins the dance of love swirling over ice. “I’ve missed you.” We say in unison; tethered together, that old familiar pull, kites on a string…we navigate the winds that howl outside, a reminder that all is not as it seems. 

Juliet 🥃+🌒

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Whiskey & Moonlight © Day 4

DAY 4: Smoke rings read my fortune, blankets all I am—hidden meanings and secret truths I’ve yet to understand. And he—the one who haunts my dreams—remains faceless. The news speaks of bomb cyclones and Niagara Falls freezing; I guess anything is possible…

Juliet 🥃+🌒

**I will post everyday at noon MST.

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