Thou She Be But Small

Brown pages that smell like history, glowing eyes and spicy adventure. That feeling one gets after a long run, the release of energy and an ease of release.
The taste of white wine and a cat hair stuck to one's tongue. Flowing dresses and hair in breeze. The wind at the tops of green hills, high speed scenery flashing past your car and that noticable smile.

This is a dark story for dark minds.