Love, Drifts..
Love, Drifts.. by Randy Sabatelli It was still snowing, hard.. hot embers, a fireplace glowed. She is trying “to discern, impress and illustrate the fine points of friendship, including Love, itself- which so often, drifts, or simply slips through our fingers, hands, because”… but he’s already asleep on her shoulder, by now, and likely, probably, …





