I’m a writer who grew out of the familiar things around you. You make me, who I am, For what I write is all about us. You can see me...

17
Mar
2021

Of Familiar things

 I’m a writer who grew out of the familiar things around you. You make me, who I am, For what I write is all about us. You can see me outside your window, Dangling at the end of the branch a

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