We all had a time in school where we were picked last. Maybe it was in a game of softball or “bull-rush,” Or maybe it was more subtle – like a late invite to a party, or a teacher not acknowledging our work. We waited until we were picked, and our subconscious was assessing how...
About Me
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated.
