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 5

DAY 5: I need to remember that at the end of every day, I am alone. I do everything with the intent of satisfying some primal, instinctive need/desire hoping I don’t f**k it up… Another shot before I lose my courage…It’s a new day. He texts. “Sorry about yesterday,” he says, “sometimes I just lose my mind.” I think, “I beat you to it.” He adds, “Want to meet for lunch?” Nothing wrong with free lunch, “Sure.”

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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WHISKEY & MOONLIGHT © DAY 3

DAY: 3 The crisp early sun weaves together things that did not exist before and calls into question last nights binge; to forget, to remember. I take into account that each step I take is grounded in a past drowned in an amber colored glass. Yet curiosity, possibly boredom, make me wander forward…  

I will post everyday at noon. Join me for a quick noon-time on-going story.

Juliet 🥃+🌙

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