but my wings are made of strings. |
doodling while talking with mom about family, being young and prayer.
what was once tightly tucked inside the cranium... all drawings and writing belong to me. copyright 2019
When I’m in writing mode for a novel, I get up at 4 am and work five to six hours. In the afternoon, I run for 10 km or swim 1500 m, or do b...
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