Ice cubes in whiskey gold bring a hue to my eyes that speaks of sunshine and better days ahead.
The whisky turns down the volume on my thoughts. It brings memories of good times past, and I let myself dwell in them rather than think. And in that moment I am here and not, existing in two perfect moments. Somehow it steadies me, gives me the resolve to go on.
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