You write things soft and bright like colorful cloth,
And echo after like songs we like to sing;
These words are yours,
And they can pry open such pearls,
To shine in the water,
In the light of the world
Showing Up for Racial Justice
firstname.lastname@example.org / Stefan Draschan, Mommsengasse 6773, A-1040 Wien
Comprehending The Enigma Of Our Destiny In Time
an englishman's exploration of são paulo's concrete jungle
pleasant dreams or none at all
I am a beliver, or at least I want to be one
"Everyone Is An Estate Sale Waiting To Happen..."
Writers are solitary creatures. What happens when two writers fall in love and decide to share everything with each other?
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