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Being acquainted with the night
When I was a kid, I used to wake up in the still of the night and wonder what it was going on in the dark half of the day. It was silent and still and the only light on a clear night came from the moon. Once a night, after midnight, there would be Continue reading
About Me
Journalist and writer. Loves writing, storytelling, books, typewriters. Always trying to find my line. Oh, and here’s where I am now.
