Maybe this is just a Southern thing, but do you know how amazing a cold glass of sweet tea can be at the end of a long, hot day at the end of a longer, hotter week? The condensation on the glass trickles down your fingers, and lands in little, shocking drops of cold on your legs. The sweetness rolls back across your tongue, waking it from the thick, drowsy slumber it’s been in with the dust of the day coating it. This is the illustration equivalent of that first drink, and sister I am thirsty.
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