Echoes in the Velvet Smoke
The stage lights felt like remembering, each pulse a faded photograph of
The Courier of Time
Echoes in the Porcelain
The rain, as it always did, smelled of something faintly metallic and
Salt & Echoes
The rain in the city always smelled of regret, a metallic tang
Echoes in the Tide
The salt held a memory, not mine precisely, but layered upon me