First Glass

Don’t tell him it’s not possible.

He drank his first glass while watching the sun go down over the bayou, enjoying the warm air and the sounds of reggae music.

When she arrived, minutes later, he realized, instantly, that it is possible for something perfect to become even more perfect.

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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