Alcohol. A disinhibitor, social lubricant, and alibi for over-the-top verbal pronouncements and behavior. Opening the windows and letting the pent up air flow both out and in. I remember when and ache. Tonight, a warm wind is blowing, feeling like it's early May, here and now, in December, with all that Spring-time lonesome hope and remote possibility. A night for desperate lovers. And holiness.
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