“I’d love to stumble into a cafe one day and find the treasure that is you.

Your words are the same beautiful balm. I read you and feel that warmth fanning the soft red coal within my heavy heart.

I come here more than you know, for a shot of beauty.

I sit at your bar with a lemon and a shot glass, the salt is upon my wound, and your words are the pain killer. Salut….”

That comment made my day.

Vicki