her voice, a local honey

Venice this last time felt like a loaded weapon. But the bullet that does the most damage to all our plans is Sophie Holt. Her voice is in several places, in other people's ideas but most importantly on her own composition, and listening to her voice without much expectation leaves you walking around rubber-legged. There are small Irish bars that celebrate their 500th anniversaries by pouring out free shots of mead made from the local honey, and her voice is the song you wish to carry away to remember the day you accidentally walked in and realized you were as far away from yourself as you have ever been or will ever go.