Use your eyes as narrator of this story.
Bone, Rock, Then Ash
We are interlopers.
We are interlopers.
Quitting, A Smoker’s Tale
Sometimes, when I get a whiff of tobacco smoke, I'll breathe in just a bit deeper. But I never have dreams of smoking anymore.
Sometimes, when I get a whiff of tobacco smoke, I’ll breathe in just a bit deeper. But I never have dreams of smoking anymore.