"Like anyone who comes into contact with Liza, I do all I can to hurtle about her manic orbit. To be near her is to hold on like hell. Cuz to fall away for a moment would be like to oversleep summer. But for a few moments each morning when she awakes, I let go. And I stare. At blue eyes filled with goodness and found grace. At hair spilled in an improbably warm and sexy tangle. And, best of all, at a smile. Knock-kneed and new, but suggestive always of bounding across a city street. Every morning I smile back. Always bigger than the day before."
+ Matthew Opalack
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