It's the way the #toxic air attaches, he said,
— Tricia (@triciasankey) October 14, 2020
with a puff of his cigar, while I recited poetry.
He wanted me to read at the #cemetery
and I promised I would. Then with a murderous
look, he glared down at his ash tray, and I knew
to speak of spring and rebirth. #vss365 #vssmurder pic.twitter.com/ya71ITZ7vp
