Sitting at my favourite café in town, I’ll usually see a familiar face. Maybe on the table opposite, having their breakfast, or grabbing a coffee before work. Of course, it makes sense – we’re regulars. We come here all the time. It turns out that a café doesn’t need hundreds of new faces each day,...
About Me
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated.