Report, if you have a problem with this page“ Like the feeling of a carbonated beverage slipping down the throat, the bubbles rushing and popping as they make their descent, the air around a departed spirit fizzles, dissipating from a thick electric presence to an ephemeral blink of light and color, like the aftereffect of too many flash cameras going off at once. ”
Eda J. Vor
From : Lay Her Ghosts to Rest
