When I was 12, we were living on a boat in Fiji that Dad had built and we were anchored at an island called Waya. One day, I was invited by a group of local kids to go catch fresh water shrimp. I didn’t speak Fijian, and they didn’t speak English. Late morning, we headed...
About Me
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated.
