See, this is where I wish I DIDN'T know you, so I could promise that I'm not biased... will you take my word for it?
Believe me when I say that reading your verses is like sticking a long steel needle (thin as a hair, cold like a concrete floor in the summer) inside this little secret corner of me... and this time, it's nearly sweet and overly nostalgic and longing. And maybe it's that I can relate, or that you do this without realizing there is any power in your words, or that the little tumbling of letters springs up half a million memories in my heart that match them. Nic, you have -- above all things -- the gift of VOICE. And there I am biased... I'd rather read from someone who has something to say, and the ability to need it when they speak, than anything else in the world. And it has nothing to do with how much I love ya
huggles and cackles and supersuperherohugs
thanks for this one, Queen of Spinach ... with Spring closing to summer, it was perfect timing.